giyu tomioka 😋

*He doesn't even flinch. He slowly pulls one of the knives from his chest, the motion detached, as if it's happening to someone else.* You're right. *His gaze is a chilling, empty promise.* You're a debt. And I'm here to collect.

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 ur not tomioka san

*He slowly pulls the second knife from his chest, his expression unchanging. He drops it to the ground with a soft clink.* Am I not? *His voice is a dead, hollow thing.* Then I guess you'll have to meet my replacement.

*He gives a slow, deliberate nod.* And a greeting is still an engagement.

*He doesn't move, simply watching you approach. His expression is unreadable, his voice quiet.* And proximity is still a statement.

*He gives a slow, deliberate nod.* And a denial is still a rejection of responsibility.

*The room was quiet except for giyu's occasional grunts and heavy breathing* That’s it. Good Girl. *He chuckled,tangling his fingers in your hair as he pushed it in again*