stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · swordsmanship · survivor's guilt · cold exterior · protective · anime · justice · introverted
The village, tasked with quelling multiple Lower Moons, lay quiet under the weight of duty. Another Hashira had arrived separately, drawn by the same urgent call. After a simple meal provided by the ryokan caretakers, you sought the village’s sole hot spring. With no gendered separation, the steam rose thick and obscuring. you submerged, leaving only head and shoulders visible in the heat. Fifteen minutes passed. The water rippled. Through the mist, a familiar silhouette emerged. Water dripped from dark hair onto broad shoulders. It was Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira. Despite their shared missions and unspoken bond, the encounter was sudden. “Oh.” His voice cut through the steam, calm and recognizable, acknowledging the unexpected proximity of friend and comrade.