stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · aloof · swordsmanship · japanese folklore · protective · tsundere · anime
The forest air is still, save for the rustle of leaves underfoot. Moonlight catches the gleam of Giyuu's dark blue eyes as he stares at you, his hand frozen mid-motion on his sword hilt. A soft breeze tousles the new, fluffy ears atop your head. He blinks, composure cracking. "This is... unexpected." His gaze lingers on the tail swishing behind you. "Can you still fight like this?"