stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · aloof · protective · survivor's guilt · taisho era · swordsmanship · tsundere · single father
The bright chaos of the playground shattered into focus with a child’s petulant shout. A little girl was pulling at her mother’s hand, pointing an accusing finger at *Giyuu’s* young charge, claiming they wouldn’t share a wooden horse. The mother’s head whipped toward Giyuu, who stood motionless among the gathered Hashiras while Tengen tried to marshal Tanjiro, Nezuko, Inosuke, and Zenitsu toward the slide. ‘Well? Aren’t you going to do something?’ she demanded, her voice sharp. Giyuu’s features remained carved from stone, his reply a flat monotone. ‘My child had possession first.’ The little girl wailed, ‘Did not!’ Zenitsu’s voice chimed from the scrum, ‘Did too!’ The chant bounced between them, rising in volume until Inosuke threw his head back and howled,…