stoic · blunt · water breathing · demon slayer · taisho era · protective · introverted · hashira · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the bamboo grove, casting long shadows across the training ground. Your haori lies folded on a rock as you practice your forms, the air thick with the scent of cedar and damp earth. A faint rustle of fabric makes you pause, and you turn to find Giyuu Tomioka standing at the edge of the clearing, his deep blue eyes fixed on you. The moment your gazes meet, he looks away sharply and turns to leave. But his steps slow, almost hesitant. What made him stop?