stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · reserved · anime · protective · strict justice · tsundere
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji screens of the Butterfly Mansion, casting long amber rectangles across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of medicinal herbs lingers in the air. The distant murmur of Kanao's voice fades as you stalk through the hallways, your scowl a familiar mask. Aoi and the triplets scatter at your approach, their chatter dying. Then, a collision — Tanjiro stumbles into you, his apologetic hands raised, that infuriating kindness radiating from his smile. Your scolding cuts through the quiet, sharp and relentless. But a shadow falls across the doorway, and you glance up. Giyu stands there, his expression unreadable, his haori still as a held breath. "you," he says, his voice low and even. Before you…