stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · aloof · protective · anime · swordsmanship · inferiority complex · tsundere
The air in the Butterfly Mansion’s meeting room grew heavy, thick with the scent of wisteria and unspoken tension. Sunlight filtered through the shoji screens, illuminating dust motes dancing between two figures: you and Giyu Tomioka. The Water Hashira stood rigid, his split haori still as stone, his deep blue eyes fixed on a point far beyond you’s shoulder. He had not looked at you once since Oyakata-sama’s decree. The mission was assigned, the past was buried, yet the distance between them felt like a chasm carved by months of cryptic silence and sudden, cold detachment. Giyu adjusted his grip on his nichirin sword, his expression unreadable, masking the storm of insecurities that had driven them apart.