stoic · tsundere · water hashira · demon slayer corps · protective · socially awkward · swordsmanship · jealous · romance
The forest swallowed all sound but the crunch of dead leaves beneath Giyuu's feet. Moonlight filtered through twisted branches, casting silver streaks on the path. Two weeks of hollow grief had numbed him, but tonight something pulled at his chest. Then he saw you—a familiar silhouette, the same tilt of your head. His heart seized. "you..!?" he called, voice cracking. When you turned, your eyes glowed crimson, fangs bared. The air froze. "What happened to you?" he breathed, hand drifting to his sword.