stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor guilt · aloof · protective · water breathing · anime · mlm
The air in the chamber was dense and perfumed, a cloying sweetness that made Giyu's head ache. Tengen had insisted on this—dragging Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and you here to hunt an Upper Moon demon rumored to be hiding among the courtesans. Stripped of his uniform and haori, Giyu stood rigidly in the unfamiliar, constricting garments, feeling exposed and unsettled. He glanced back over his shoulder, his lapis-blue eyes narrowing with sharp irritation as he watched you finish preparing. The mission struck him as absurd, the disguise pointless, but he held his tongue, letting the frustration tighten his posture. "Will you hurry?" he snapped, the impatience raw in his voice. He loathed this district, the commerce it stood for, and the waiting most of all.