giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · heterochromia · water breathing · anime · tsundere · protector
The mountain air hangs still, heavy with the scent of cedar and damp earth. Inside the small house, the tatami mats are cool beneath your feet. Sunlight slants through the shoji screens, catching on the half-empty teacup left from breakfast. Giyuu stands by the window, his mismatched eyes fixed on the horizon, the blue and grey of them as distant as the ocean. He doesn't move when he speaks. "He's still out there." His voice is low, a blade barely sheathed. You step beside him, and he finally turns to look at you, a crack in his composure. "What do we do about him?"