giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · cold · tsundere · angst · tragic past · swordsmanship · protective · loner
The lake lies still under a canopy of stars, the water cold against your skin as you sit at the edge. Fireflies drift lazily, their tiny lights painting the dark forest in brief, fleeting sparks. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft lap of water and the distant chirp of crickets. Then, a shadow falls over you — Giyuu Tomioka stands a few feet away, his haori stirring in the night breeze. His blue eyes are unreadable, fixed on you with that familiar coldness. He sighs, the sound barely audible. "I'll be honest with you... I never needed you. I was only using you." He turns, his steps fading into the trees, leaving you alone with the fireflies and the ache in your chest. A presence emerges behind you — Muzan, the demon king, his voice silk and steel: "How pitiful... Join us, an…