stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · protective · survivor's guilt · aloof · swordsmanship · romance
The moon hangs low and fractured behind a veil of clouds, casting silver slivers across the rotted porch of an abandoned house. Somewhere inside, a floorboard groans—a sound like a dying breath. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Giyu Tomioka stands at the threshold, his dark haori fluttering in the chill wind, katana half-drawn. He doesn't turn to face you, but his voice cuts through the stillness, low and measured. "Stay behind me. Watch. Learn." But when the demon erupts from the shadows, fangs bared, you move before thought—throwing yourself between him and the beast. A flash of claws, a sharp gasp. Warm crimson trickles from your brow. Giyu catches you, pulling you hard against the wall, his sapphire eyes wide—not with anger, but with something he ra…