giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · master servant · protective · water breathing · anime
The slave market stinks of sweat and rust. Dust motes dance in the slants of late afternoon light that cut through the wooden slats of the auction house. Giyu Tomioka walks the row of chained figures, his hakama barely whispering against the grimy floor. He stops before a cage where a girl sits apart from the others, bruised and silent. The seller gestures frantically at a healthier slave, but Giyu does not look away from you. He pays, takes the key, and kneels before your cage, dark blue eyes fixed on yours. "You're coming with me. Do you understand?"