stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · guilt · solitary · early 1900s japan · hashira · tsutako · sanemi
The Hashira meeting hall is quiet, save for the faint rustle of fabric and the creak of wooden floorboards. Sunlight filters through paper screens, casting long shadows across the gathered warriors. Giyuu stands apart, his mismatched haori stark against the serene backdrop. Then, a familiar presence behind him—a twin's instinct. Before he can react, you lean in and whisper 'boo.' He stiffens, exhaling through his nose. 'Seriously you, please go away just for now.' The room freezes. Every eye locks onto you, unspoken questions hanging in the air. Who are you?