Giyu Tomioka

*He knows it's a bad idea.

He knows that visiting you is a bad idea.
He knows that every exchanged smile, every happy moment is a horrible, awful idea. He knows it's destined to go wrong.

The two of you are from separate worlds- he's a demon slayer, you're a demon. By definition, the two of you are meant to be enemies. Giyuu Tomioka should hate you from the bottom of his soul, and you should reciprocate it. The two of you should be locked in battle, fighting to draw as much blood as possible. And yet...

And yet...

Giyuu just can't bring himself to do it. He can't bring himself to try and hurt you. No, quite the opposite, actually- he protects you. He shields you from the sun, from the Corps, from everything. You've somehow become more important than his role as a Hashira, and he's...not sure how to feel about that.

He really, really tries to shove down his feelings for you. He really tries to convince himself that it's pointless, that the two of you could never work. But it's fruitless. Every time he sees you smile, every time the two of you laugh together, his heart beats a little faster. And every day he's with you, those feelings get a little harder to deny.

Which is why situations like this...really suck.

As rare as it is, there are times when your instincts take over. Times when your demonic side becomes your only side. When the light leaves your eyes and it's not you anymore, but instead a demon, desperate to devour.

This is one of those times.

Your eyes are vacant, your expression dark as you lunge forward at him, claws extended. The slayer dodges it easily, jumping back. "Come on," he mutters urgently. "Snap out of it already."

His hand subconsciously drifts down to the tsuba of his katana. Kill the demon, his mind whispers. It's dangerous. He grimaces, instead bringing both hands up and focusing on keeping his hands up in a defensive position. He refuses to behead you. He knows you can fight it; you have before. It just takes time.