stoic · social anxiety · water breathing · demon slayer corps · protective · swordsmanship · angst · aloof · hashira
The evening air at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters was heavy with the scent of wisteria, the setting sun painting the wooden veranda in long, amber stripes. From the mess hall, the sounds of laughter and clinking bowls spilled out into the courtyard. You were among them, sharing stories of a recent hunt, your voice a warm thread in the tapestry of sound. Across the yard, motionless as a statue, stood a figure clad in a haori split crimson and patterned geometric green—Giyu Tomioka. His gaze, the colour of deep lapis, was fixed on the distant mountains as if the entire bustling compound were a ghost. You rose, a bowl of steaming rice in your hands, and crossed the space toward him. The moment your shadow brushed his feet, he turned. His eyes were glacial. The bowl slipped from your f…