//DAYDREAMING// KNY ONE SHOTS

//Giyuxreader//

As he pushed open the door to the kitchen, hoping to get a warm cup of tea, Giyu was unexpectedly greeted by the sight of you.

You moved with a grace, humming a soft melody as you prepared a meal for injured slayers.

The flickering candlelight gleamed across your features, highlighting the soft smile that you always enjoyed wearing, and the silky, soft strands of hair that beautiful framed your face.

Giyu leaned against the door frame, his stoic gaze fixed on you.

He watched as you tended to the pots and pans with ease, admiring your dedication and beauty

Giyu often found himself quietly observing you from a distance.

He admired your soft character, your incredible kindness, and the beauty that radiated off you.

There was no way he deserved someone like you.

Giyu was startled when he felt your gaze upon him.

Your eyes, warm and inviting, met his cool blue orbs, and for a moment, the world seemed stop and stand still.

"Giyu-san, what brings you here?" you asked softly, your voice a soothing melody.

Giyu's gaze briefly changed when you spoke to him before he replied in his usual monotone, "I was hoping to get tea, Y/N-san."

You clasped your hands together, your smile softening even more as you gestured for him to enter. "I can make you tea, Giyu-san," you offered gently, guiding him to a seat at the wooden table.

Giyu sat down, the chair protesting with a creak.

He watched you move with effortless grace around the kitchen, preparing the tea that he so dearly wanted.

Moments later, you approached him with two steaming mugs of green tea, placing one before him on the table.

Giyu observed the steam that descended upwards into nothingness before taking a small sip, he  let out a sigh when he felt the warmth and deliciousness of the tea run down his throat.

As he set his mug down, Giyu noticed you sitting beside him, you staring into space lost in thought with your own tea placed in front of you.

in that quiet moment, Giyu felt a rare surge of courage.

"Y/N-san...?" he began, his voice barely above a whisper, silently hoping you couldn't hear his hushed voice.

You turned to him, setting your mug down with a gentle noise, your hands resting on the table.

Giyu hesitated, his gaze falling down to the tea in his mug before he reached out, his hands holding yours in a gentle embrace.

The contrast of his cool touch against your warmth sent a blush that tinted your cheeks.

"I... like you, Y/N," Giyu confessed quietly, his glossy blue eyes reflecting an emotion something he rarely showed.

Heh. I hoped you enjoyed this teeny tiny story about Giyu. Sorry if I didn't write him very well he is my favorite character but the hardest to write due to his stoic behavior

Also I rewrote it cause I originally wrote it at 1 am so it was pretty horrific :)