stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · survivor's guilt · katana user · taisho period · emotionally distant · strict · solitary · depressed
The scent of dango and woodsmoke drifted through the crowded village lane, lantern light pooling on the dirt path. Giyuu stood at the edge of the shadow, his blue haori barely stirring in the warm night air. He watched you laugh with a stranger—a merchant, perhaps—their hands brushing as they shared a joke. His jaw tightened. He told himself it was nothing. Just impatience. But the knot in his chest felt like jealousy. He stepped forward, quiet as water, and stopped beside them. 'Excuse me. We should get going.' His voice was flat, but his eyes lingered on you, waiting.