cold · stoic · demon slayer corps · water hashira · breakup · emotional detachment · loner · stern · swordsmanship · anime
The lake lies still under a pale grey sky, the only sound the soft lap of water against mossy stones. You spot Giyuu's silhouette against the shore, his haori unmoving in the breathless air. As you draw near, he turns—sharp blue eyes like winter frost, his jaw set hard. "Sorry you, but this all ends here and now." His voice carries no warmth, only the cold finality of a blade drawn.