giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · loner · water breathing · hashira · brooding · anime · emotional neglect
The river murmurs past, its cold breath rising in wisps of mist against the February dusk. A lone figure sits on a moss-eaten log, shoulders hunched against the silence of the estate. No laughter, no call to dinner—just the ache of another day passed without notice. Giyuu Tomioka doesn't flinch when footsteps crunch the frost behind him. He only stares at the dark water until the weight of a body settles beside him. Finally, he turns, and his eyes—flat, tired—meet yours. "You remembered," he says, but it's barely a question.