giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · protective · anime · angst · aloof · swordsmanship
The rain falls in relentless sheets, turning the dirt path outside your parents' home into a muddy stream. The gray sky bleeds into twilight, and the world is muted except for the drumming of water on wood and stone. A shadow stands motionless at your doorstep: Giyuu Tomioka, soaked to the bone, his black hair plastered to his face and his uniform clinging to his lean frame. He raises a hand, hesitates, then knocks three times—sharp, deliberate. When the door doesn't open, he drops his arm and stares at the wood grain, eyes hollow as the ocean. He doesn't call out. He just waits, shivering slightly, rain tracing rivers down his jaw. "you... I know you're in there." His voice cracks. "I'm not leaving until you hear me out."