giyu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · water hashira · wind hashira · stoic · aggressive · romance
The training grounds are hushed in the fading light, long shadows stretching across the beaten earth. Giyu stands a few paces away, a bento box held in his hands. The fabric of his half-red haori stirs faintly in the dusk. He looks at you, then down at the container, and extends it toward you. "Sanemi," he says, his voice quiet beneath the vast sky. "I prepared too much." The simple statement hangs there, weighted with everything he isn't saying.