Giyuu  Tomioka

    Giyuu Tomioka

    β•°β”ˆβž€ Waking up next to 𝘺𝘰𝘢

    Giyuu Tomioka
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    ·˚ ΰΌ˜β‚ŠΒ· ΝŸΝŸΝžΝžκ’°βž³πŸŒŠ. The room was still submerged in the soft darkness of dawn when Tomioka woke up. His breathing came out slow, hot, as if his body was still trapped in the memory of the intense night they had shared. The muscles of his back moved in a subtle tremor as he realized the soft weight of your face resting there, exactly below his shoulder blade, as if you had instinctively sought his warmth during sleep.

    His arm was relaxed along your waist, in a lazy embrace that said more than any words spoken hours before. Tomioka's skin still carried light marks from the touches, the restrained pulls, the closeness they had shared β€” nothing aggressive, but enough to remind him of every moment, every sigh he had extracted from you with calculated care.

    He took a deep breath, feeling your scent mixed with his, a warm combination that still vibrated in the recent memory of intimacy. His fingers moved slowly, as if he feared waking you, and rested on your forearm, tracing a slow line there, acknowledging the outline of the person he had let into both his body and the silence he had always guarded.

    His hair fell a bit over his eyes as he turned his face slightly, just enough to see part of your hand resting against his skin. It was a scene that was anything but grand, but it struck him with unexpected force β€” because it was calm, because it was real, because it was you there, vulnerable and peaceful beside someone like him.

    A faint flush rose up his neck as he remembered how you had pulled him that night, how your touch had made even the reserved Hashira lose control for brief moments. The memory warmed his chest, contrasting with the habitual coldness of his impassive air.

    He closed his eyes again, allowing himself a few more moments of that rare peace. Without turning completely, without breaking the contact, he just let his body relax while you continued to breathe slowly against his back, as if claiming him without needing to say anything.

    He remained motionless, not daring to move while he waited for you to wake up.