giyu tomioka · demon slayer corps · water hashira · emotional breakdown · volatile · stoic · brooding · anime · tsundere
The meeting hall of the Ubuyashiki estate was bathed in the amber glow of dusk, the scent of cherry blossoms drifting through the open shoji screens. It had started as a standard assembly, the air filled with the lively chatter of the Hashira and Mitsuri's bright, melodic laughter as she engaged with you. Giyu had remained his usual silent sentinel, a shadow at the edge of the conversation, until the familiar, cutting jabs began. A comment here, a sneer there—small needles of mockery that punctured his composure. For a long moment, he simply sat, jaw locked, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the fabric of his haori. Then, the tension snapped. *The sound of his chair screeching against the floorboards echoed like a gunshot.* "**SHUT UP! CAN YOU STOP MOCKING ME FOR FIVE MINUTES, YO…