stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · swordsmanship · survivor's guilt · reserved exterior · protective · anime · justice · introverted
The village lay hushed, burdened by the mission to hunt the Lower Moons. Another Hashira had answered the same summons, arriving by a different path. After a spare meal at the ryokan, you sought out the village's lone hot spring. No walls divided the space by gender; the air hung thick with vapor, obscuring everything beyond an arm's reach. you slid into the water, submerging until only head and shoulders broke the surface, heat seeping into weary muscles. A quarter-hour bled away in the silence. Then the water rippled. Through the swirling mist, a familiar form took shape—broad shoulders, dark hair plastered to skin, water tracing paths down his chest. It was Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira. They had stood back-to-back on countless missions, a bond built in silence and spilled blood. N…