stoic · demon slayer corps · water hashira · secretly soft · hello kitty · introverted · swordsmanship · trauma · japanese folklore · protective
The training ground is silent save for the whisper of wind through bamboo. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light as you practice your forms. Then you see him — Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, standing at the edge with his mismatched haori. You ask him to spar, and he nods once. For a while, it's a controlled dance of blades, until you lunge, catching him off guard. Now he's on his back, pinned beneath you, his face flushed, blue eyes wide. "you..." he breathes, the word barely audible.