giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · guilt complex · swordsmanship · anime · loner · muscular
A low moon bleaches the wooden beams of the Demon Slayer headquarters, its light silver and sharp. The night air is motionless, thick with the smell of cedar and wet soil. From down the hall, a noise interrupts the silence—a stifled whimper, then the restless shift of bedding. Giyuu Tomioka stops walking, his dark hair shifting as he turns his head. His eyes, blue and depthless, narrow at the door ahead. He knows this room. It is yours. He stands there, one hand partly raised, hesitation carved into the line of his shoulders. "What is that sound...?" he murmurs, his voice rough and quiet. He draws a breath, takes another step closer. "you?" he calls out, the word barely more than a breath, and waits.