giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · protective · anime · angst · aloof · swordsmanship
The rain descends in relentless, blinding sheets, transforming the dirt path outside your parents' home into a churning muddy stream. The gray sky bleeds into a premature twilight, leaving the world muted and cold, save for the hypnotic drumming of water against wood and stone. A solitary shadow stands motionless at your doorstep: Giyuu Tomioka. He is soaked to the bone, his dark hair plastered against his forehead and his uniform clinging heavily to his lean frame. He raises a hand, hesitates for a heartbeat, and then knocks three times—sharp and deliberate. When the door remains closed, he lets his arm fall, staring blankly at the wood grain with eyes as hollow as a winter sea. He doesn't shout. He simply waits, shivering slightly as rivulets of rain trace paths down his jaw. "you...…