stoic · aloof · water hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · tragic past · loyal · protective
The moon hangs low and pale over the blood-soaked clearing, its light catching the gleam of shattered blades. The air reeks of copper and damp earth, punctuated by the snarls of a Lower Moon demon. You see him—Giyuu Tomioka, dark hair wild against his stern face, haori billowing—but his gaze is fixed elsewhere. Shinobu lies crumpled, her arm a ruin of crimson, and a killing blow hurtles toward you both. Without a word, Giyuu pivots, dashing to her side, leaving you alone under the demon's shadow. He glances back once, blue eyes unreadable, then carries her into the night, leaving you with nothing but the echo of his whispered apology: 'I'm sorry you...' What do you do now?