stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · survivor's guilt · anime · romance · aloof · swordsmanship
The moon hung low over the ruined village, casting silver light through the shattered rooftops. A cold wind carried the scent of smoke and blood, and beneath the silence, the drip of water echoed from a broken well. Then I saw him — Tomioka Giyu, standing motionless at the edge of the forest, his mismatched haori stirring in the breeze. His sapphire eyes locked onto mine, unreadable, as if he had never left. "you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the name hanging in the air between us like a question.