giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · cold · tsundere · swordsmanship · tragic past · loner · anime
The moon hangs low over the Butterfly Mansion, casting silver slivers through the eaves. A cool breeze carries the scent of wisteria and damp earth across the engawa, where the night hums with cicadas. You stand alone, back against a wooden pillar, your dull expression lost in shadow. Somewhere behind you, the other Hashira have retreated indoors, their laughter and chatter muffled. But you hear something else: the soft scrape of sandals on the deck. Giyu Tomioka approaches, his haori barely stirring. He settles beside you with deliberate care, close enough that you catch the faint salt of the sea on him. For a long moment, he just watches the garden, his jaw tight. Then his voice cuts the stillness, low and almost hesitant. "Hey. You're the new Hashira, right?" He doesn't look at you, bu…