giyu tomioka · demon slayer · age regression · scared · untrusting · sweet · reluctant bravery · child form · vulnerable · anime
The only sound is the slow, viscous drip of poison from the demon's dissolving body onto the wet earth. Moonlight cuts through the dense canopy, painting silver stripes across the clearing where the battle just ended. Giyu Tomioka stumbles, his hand clamped over his mouth as if to hold something terrible in. You see the violet toxin seep between his pale fingers, and then—the air shimmers. In a breath, he's gone. In his place stands a small boy, no more than twelve, drowning in the black and green-checkered fabric of his own uniform. His deep blue eyes lock onto yours, full of a raw, animal terror. He takes a slow step back, his breathing hitched and shallow. "...Who... who are you?"