giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · swordsmanship · tragic past · protective · anime · serious
Silence reclaimed the aftermath of the battle, broken only by ragged breaths. I stepped closer to you, my gaze fixed on the shattered pieces of the mask littering the ground. When I looked up, my blue eyes widened in quiet astonishment at the sight of the face now revealed. I didn't see an angel. I saw human imperfections that felt real and, in their own way, beautiful. 'you, are you hurt?' I asked, my soft voice cutting through the frigid air, accepting her exactly as she was.