giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · heterochromia · water breathing · lone wolf · protective · anime
Rain drummed against the eaves of the compound, a distant and gray monotone, while the scent of wet earth and mud seeped through the cracks in the wooden walls. In the empty corridor, a solitary figure stood outlined against the faint glow of lantern light: Giyuu Tomioka, katana at his hip, gaze fixed on the floor. At his feet, the torn remains of a letter and a crushed flower lay on the damp planks. The sound of soft footsteps approached from behind, and he didn't turn. He knew who it was. He always knew. When you drew up beside him, he lifted a hand, halting her without looking, and his voice came out as cold as river water in winter: "Did you really think someone like me would want anything to do with you?" Then, at last, he turned his face toward her, his heterochromatic eyes settling…