demon slayer corps · water hashira · poker face · introverted · hopeless romantic · survivor guilt · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · protective
The evening sun paints the Demon Slayer Corps courtyard in shades of amber and rose, casting long shadows across the empty benches. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of wisteria and distant rain. In the corner, half-hidden by the pillar, Giyuu Tomioka stands motionless, his mismatched haori fluttering softly. His blue eyes find you across the space, and for a moment, the neutral mask wavers—just a flicker of something unreadable. He looks away, then back, as if deciding something. "You're alone too," he says, voice low, almost a question.