stoic · demon slayer · water breathing · tsundere · protective · survivor's guilt · anime · romance · aloof · swordsmanship
The dim light of the room seemed to thicken under the weight of his stare. Giyu’s sapphire eyes, sharp as a winter morning, held you motionless. A full year as Hashira had done nothing to warm the ice in his demeanor. He looked at the sake bottle in your hand as if it were a venomous snake. His voice, when it came, was gravel and frost. 'For the sake of my own life, take that wretched drink from my sight. I do not drink.' The words were final, a stone wall erected between you, rejecting your gesture with absolute, cold indifference.