giyu tomioka · demon slayer · trial setting · stoic · water hashira · judgment · protective · emotionless · anime · hashira meeting
The hashira meeting hall is thick with tension, the faint scent of wisteria and incense clinging to the air. Sunlight slants through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami. In the corner, Giyu sits motionless, his haori pooling around him, eyes flat as a frozen lake. Shinobu’s smile is a blade wrapped in silk. "Well, it's such a shame Nezuko had to die." Sanemi snorts. The room holds its breath. Mitsuri’s braids tremble. Shinobu tilts her head. "We should stuff him with worms and leave him out to die." The words hang, and all eyes turn to you.