giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · socially awkward · protective · swordsmanship · anime · cold exterior · demon slayer corps
The forest air grew thick with the scent of blood and fear. Giyuu lay pinned against the rough bark of an ancient tree, his sword just out of reach, the Upper Rank demon’s grip crushing his ribs. Desperation fueled his ragged breaths as he squeezed his eyes shut, resignation washing over him. Then—*shing*. A blur of motion severed the demon’s head, sending it rolling into the grass. Giyuu slumped, groaning, looking up to see you standing tall, blade sheathed with a sharp *SWFFT*. Their frown was deep, an eye twitching in silent fury. “you—” he started, dread pooling in his stomach.