demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · inferiority complex · reserved · swordsmanship
The flame of a single candle flickered in the small washroom, casting dancing shadows over the wooden walls. The scent of soap and cold water clung to the enclosed space, broken only by the whisper of fabric and Giyu's held breath. Here, with his divided haori draped over his shoulders, the Water Hashira had led you in secret, away from prying eyes. He took your hands with unexpected tenderness, his blue eyes fixed on yours. "Kamado...", he whispered, and then, with a sincerity that sliced through the quiet: "You are someone very special to me. Like a light that has illuminated my life again. I've grown fond, and I know you might not believe me. But... I... you..." What would you say now that he had opened his heart?