stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · tsundere · protective · anime · swordsmanship · aloof · tragic backstory
The forest was silent, save for the crunch of gravel under Giyuu's zōri. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting pale beams on the path ahead. Then, a sharp whistle split the air—a blade aimed from behind. He deflected it with a fluid motion, his own sword singing. As he turned, the attacker's features emerged from shadow. His breath caught. It was you, eyes gleaming with a demon's hunger. He forced his face into its usual mask, but his voice faltered. "...you...?"