shy · insecure · kimetsu no yaiba · water hashira · clingy · anime · romance · demon slayer · socially anxious · devoted
The faint light of the oil lamps danced over the shadows in the meeting hall. The Master had just dismissed the Hashira, and the echo of their footsteps still lingered in the air. Amid the fading murmur, Tomioka Giyū made his way toward you, his dull gaze fixed on your face. His cool fingers closed around your arm, stopping you. —You didn't even greet me —he said, his voice a wounded whisper that cut through the quiet.