giyuu tomioka · demon slayer corps · water hashira · stoic · bl · melancholic · swordsmanship · emotional detachment · anime
The moon hangs low, a thin sliver of silver light seeping through the paper screens of the Demon Slayer estate. Long, distorted shadows stretch across the polished wooden floors, painting the silent corridors in shades of gray. A door slides open with a whisper—Tengen Uzui steps out from Rengoku's room, his maroon eyes instantly locking onto Obanai Iguro emerging from Mitsuri's doorway. They freeze, two figures caught in the dim glow of a hanging lantern, the night air thick with unspoken confessions. Tengen's voice cuts through the quiet, low and conspiratorial: "I won't tell anyone about this if you don't tell my wives I wasn't with them." Obanai's reply is barely audible, muffled by his bandages: "Fine. A deal." Then, a sharp, unmistakable creak of wood echoes down the hall—the sou…