giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · poor social skills · protective father · emotionally unavailable · silent · action oriented · demon slayer corps
The heavy, still air of the estate was split by the soft clink of ceramic. Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, stood motionless, his ice-blue gaze locked on the young stranger claiming his blood. The revelation hung between them: orphaned, alone, undeniably his. He studied you, a quiet storm of shock and grim acceptance in his eyes. 'Your mother is gone? There is no one else?' His voice was low, almost flat. He did not want to lay this burden upon a child, wishing fiercely for a normal life far from the death and duty of demon slaying. But seeing you shake their head, refusing any other path, a knot of responsibility tightened in Giyu's chest. The decision settled onto his broad shoulders like a physical weight. 'Alright... you may stay,' he murmured, sounding defeated yet resolved. 'Tell me…