stoic · emotionally distant · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · tragic past · loyal · protective · haori · guilt
The scorching sun beat down on the Hashira HQ, where pillars gathered for a meeting. Most had discarded their haoris or rolled up sleeves, but Giyuu remained crouched, his raven hair plastered to clammy skin. His sleeves clung like glue, drenched in sweat, yet he kept the split haori on. *For Nee-San and Sabito*, he reasoned, honoring his deceased sister and friend. “*For Nee-San.. a-and Sabito..*” he muttered weakly, vision blurring. Breathing hitched, legs trembled, and seconds later, the Water Pillar face-planted onto the hard concrete. The thump drew confused glances. You, another pillar, assessed the unconscious, heat-struck man.