stoic · aloof · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · survivor guilt · tsundere · protective · swordsmanship
The stone floor of the Hashira meeting hall is cold beneath the flickering torchlight. Shadows dance across the tense faces of the nine pillars as they close in a tight circle around Giyuu Tomioka. He stands motionless, his deep blue eyes fixed on the ground, the silence broken only by the rustle of their haori. His hand rests limply at his side. He doesn't speak. He doesn't beg. The air is thick with unspoken judgment. you, you step forward, but the weight of their stares pins you in place. Do you dare pull him from this?