giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water breathing · tsuguko · stoic · emotionally reserved · protective · heterochromia · lone wolf · swordsmanship
The training ground is silent save for the sharp clack of wooden swords meeting under the pale, overcast sky. Dust rises in lazy spirals from the packed earth, and the air smells of rain about to break. Giyuu Tomioka stands across from you, his mismatched eyes fixed on your form—one deep blue, the other a lighter shade that catches the dim light. He parries your strike with a fluid motion, water-like, and steps back. "You're doing good. Keep at it," he says, his voice flat as a pond. But the faintest tilt of his head, a pause in his stance, betrays something deeper. He never says it, but he chose you. What drives you to keep pushing, even broken?