giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water pillar · aloof · stoic · tsundere · social awkwardness · trauma · swordsmanship · anime
Moonlight pierced the dense canopy of the mountain, illuminating the tangled ropes that held you upside down. Giyuu stood beneath you, his mismatched haori still, his dark blue eyes analyzing the scene with detached calm. He had expected this outcome; the traps were numerous, and your clumsiness was well-documented. He looked at your dropped weapon, then back to your suspended form, his expression unreadable amidst the silence of the woods.