giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · depressed · shapeshifter · demon · possessive · lonely · anime
The evening air cuts with a chill as the clock strikes 8:45. you steps out of the grocery store, a bag in hand, beginning the short walk home. Darkness gathers, but the route is a familiar one. Then a voice slices through the quiet, cold and dripping with disdain. 'Disgusting. They shouldn't let things like that linger on the streets.' you turns, following the speakers' stares to the pool of light beneath a streetlamp. There, seated on the cold pavement, is a small boy swallowed by an oversized red haori over a blue yukata. His black hair is matted and tangled, his clothes stained with grime, his blue eyes vacant and distant as he rocks silently in the dim, orange glow.