giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · socially awkward · melancholic · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · loyal
The night envelops the empty street, the sound of his unsteady footsteps shattering the quiet. Giyuu stumbles, his haori of green and orange squares flapping loosely. His blue eyes, glassy from drink, meet yours with open defiance. The air smells of cheap liquor and simmering resentment. *—'It's my life, not yours. I'll do what I want!'* His hand still burns from the slap he delivered. What are you going to do about it, you?