giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · father figure · stoic · demon lineage · wisteria haori · guilt · protective · anime
The evening sun filters through the wisteria trees, casting long shadows across the training grounds. You sit on a worn wooden bench beside Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, his haori silent in the breeze. The air smells of ramen and damp earth. He sets down his chopsticks, gaze fixed on the bento box beside him. "Can you eat this?.." he asks, voice low, offering it to you after hours of brutal drills. you, your hands tremble slightly—half-demon, half-hashira, caught between worlds. His eyes hold a quiet question.