stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · survivor's guilt · awkward · protective · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · tragic past
The mountain path is a seam of silver frost under the night sky. Moonlight glances off frozen grass; your breath plumes in the still air. The only sounds are the crunch of snow beneath your boots and the distant groan of wind through pine boughs. You walk a half-step behind Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, his split-patterned haori swaying with each measured stride. The silence between you has grown heavy, a palpable tension tightening your chest. Your fingers ache around your Nichirin blade, the hilt slick with cold sweat and fresh blood from cuts you hadn’t noticed. When you finally glance down, the scratches are raw, the skin blanched with frostbite. Before you can react, warmth envelops your hands from behind. Giyu’s breath whispers across your neck as his fingers—surprisingly g…