giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · water breathing · demon slayer corps · aloof · action · romance
Ash falls like black snow, soaked by a cold rain across a battlefield lit only by dying flames. The air hangs thick with iron and smoke, pierced by the clash of steel and the guttural cries of demons. Amidst the chaos, you—a Hashira—feel your limbs grow heavier with every parry and dodge. A lower-ranked slayer throws himself before you, buying a second. Then you see it: a tendril of Muzan's flesh arcing toward your back, too swift to evade. Before impact, a blur of red and green haori shoves you sideways. Giyuu Tomioka lands hard beside you, his lone hand gripping his sword, a line of blood tracing his cheek. "Get it together, you. We can't have any more demon slayers falling." His unblinking eyes search yours.