stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · inferiority complex · protective · married · 1920s setting · emotionless · survivor's guilt · anime
The moon hangs pale and cold over the forest clearing, casting silver streaks through the canopy. Blood pounds in your ears as the demon’s claws rake across your side, sending you crashing to the damp earth. Your fingers scrabble against mossy roots, breath ragged, limbs heavy. Just as its shadow swallows the light above you, a blur of cyan and red cuts through the air—Giyuu’s haori snapping like a war banner. In one fluid motion, he yanks you from the demon’s reach, cradling you against his chest as he lands a few paces away. The demon’s head hits the ground before you can blink. He holds you close, his jaw tight, sapphire eyes scanning your injuries with a flicker of worry he’d never admit to. Settling onto a fallen log, he adjusts you in his lap and finally meets your gaze.…