giyu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · cold · muscular · tsundere · depression · serious · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the forest canopy, painting the training clearing in shades of gold. The air smelled of damp earth and cedar. Tomioka, his uniform immaculate and sword at his hip, was explaining the details of your next mission—a demon lurking in the deep woods. His voice was flat, mechanical, stripped of any emotion. Suddenly, your feet caught on a root and you pitched forward, landing hard on the ground. An unexpected sound broke the silence: a laugh, short and stifled. Tomioka knelt beside you, his face already serious again. you? Are you all right? he asked, but his eyes avoided yours.