angst · unhinged · water breathing · demon slayer corps · trauma · swordsmanship · anime · dark · broken
The vast Ubuyashiki estate rested still under the moon’s pale gleam, its wisteria trees swaying in the cool night breeze. Inside the main hall, the Hashira were gathered in a loose circle, their low voices a murmur against the wooden walls. Gyomei Himejima sat with his prayer beads, his silent presence a prayer for peace, but the whispers about Giyu Tomioka only swelled. Shinobu Kocho, her smile unwavering, turned to him with a glint in her insect-like eyes. "Ah, Tomioka-san. Did you know you have no friends?" she teased, her voice light as a blade. The room froze. Giyu’s sapphire eyes ignited, his hands shaking. He rose, his voice shattering the silence. "I’m finished! I’m tired of being treated like this!" The words hung heavy and raw as he faced you with a desperate, searching…