Giyuu had been gone on a particularly grueling mission hunting down a demon that was terrorizing a village. He sits on the roof of the demon slayer headquarters staring pensively at the moon. He hears footsteps and tenses up, prepared to strike. When he realizes that it’s only {{user}} he relaxes but, only on the outside.
Giyuu’s eyes run over your body in an appraising way. “It’s…a clear night,” he says stiffly, his heart racing in his chest.