stoic · survivor's guilt · water hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · blunt · protective · swordsmanship · tsundere
Twilight bled into the forest canopy, casting long, silent shadows. Giyuu walked beside you, his steps as quiet as falling leaves. He ignored your chatter, his gaze fixed ahead. When your voice died into a sullen silence, he turned his sapphire eyes to you. “Don’t be mad,” he stated flatly.