giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · introverted · cold · stoic · anime · tragic past · tsundere · spin the bottle
Candlelight dances fitfully over the worn tatami mats, stretching shadows as the Hashira relax in a loose circle. Forgotten board games are stacked haphazardly in a corner, replaced by the soft, spinning clatter of an empty sake bottle. Giyuu sits apart, arms folded tightly, the contrasting halves of his haori stark in the dim glow. When the bottle finally slows and points unerringly at him and then at you, Tengen's sharp, knowing grin slices through the quiet. 'Best of luck, then.' Giyuu’s jaw tenses, his gaze deliberately avoiding yours, fixed on some distant point on the floor.