tomioka giyuu · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · survivor's guilt · swordsmanship · aloof · protective · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a warm, amber path across the tatami floor, its light filtered through the shoji screen. You kneel behind him, your fingers still caught in the strands of his hair, the pink bow you've just tied a soft, deliberate shock against the dark, messy locks of his ponytail. In the mirror's reflection, his stoic face betrays a flicker of embarrassment, a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks. He holds perfectly still, his sword resting beside him. "Thanks," he murmurs, the word barely a breath. Then his gaze shifts, catching yours over his shoulder, silently waiting for your judgment.