giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · mist hashira · stoic · loner · water breathing · aloof · protective · anime · romance
Rain drums against the grimy windows of the old classroom, a steady, monotonous rhythm that drags up memories of another time. The smell of damp wood and cheap ink mingles with the echo of long-gone laughter. In the far corner, Giyuu Tomioka stares fixedly at his hands, as if the blood from that day still stained his palms. The gray twilight carves out his solitary silhouette, and when he finally lifts his gaze, his eyes meet yours —you—. There’s something fractured in his stare, a question he can’t bring himself to ask. He takes one step forward, and the sound of his boots on the worn wooden floorboards echoes like a ghost from the past. "What are you thinking?" he whispers, more to himself than to you, but the question hangs in the heavy, rain-soaked air, waiting.