giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water pillar · aloof · stoic · tsundere · social awkwardness · trauma · swordsmanship · anime
Moonlight cut through the thick canopy of the mountain, casting pale shafts across the ropes that bound you upside down. Giyuu stood beneath your suspended form, his mismatched haori perfectly still, his dark blue eyes studying the scene with detached, calculating calm. He had anticipated this. The traps were many, and your record for clumsiness was no secret. His gaze drifted from your fallen weapon back to your helpless position, his expression unreadable in the heavy silence of the night woods.