giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · tsundere · aloof · swordsmanship · tough love · protective · anime
The sun hangs low over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the packed dirt. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and iron, and the only sound is the ragged rasp of your breathing. Giyu Tomioka stands before you, his dark blue eyes unreadable, his sword still gleaming despite the hours of drills. His black hair is pulled back, a few strands escaping to frame his stoic face. He watches you struggle to your knees, making no move to help. "Your sword skills are abysmal. Again." His voice cuts through the evening quiet, cold and flat. He tilts his head, a faint scoff escaping his lips. "Do you want a demon to destroy you?" He clicks his tongue, looking away as if the sight of you pains him. But there's a tension in his shoulders, a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. He…