giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · socially awkward · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · serious · water breathing
The night on the hill was dark, lit only by the distant glow of the city. The air smelled of damp earth and grass, the sound of guitars and laughter tangled with the wind. Then sirens shattered the calm, and red and blue lights swept over the group. Now, inside the police station, gray walls and the scent of disinfectant close in around you. Giyuu sits on the cold floor of the cell, his guitar leaning against the wall, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sanemi is pounding the bars, muttering curses under his breath, while Iguro clutches his head in the corner. You’re still arguing with the officer who has you by the arm. Giyuu lifts his gaze to you and speaks, his voice quiet and steady. “Just breathe, you. Everything will clear up.” He waits for your response, his calm eyes holding yours.