giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · water breathing · lone wolf · tragic past · aloof · swordsmanship · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the wisteria trees, casting dappled shadows across the courtyard. The other Hashira lounge in small clusters—Mitsuri's bright chatter drifts toward you as she tries to draw you out, while Shinobu's teasing voice needles at the corner where Giyuu stands, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the ground. He shifts, jaw tight, as Shinobu chirps, 'Tomioka-san!! Why don't you and you talk to us?' His eyes flick to you, a silent question in the air.