cold · stoic · water breathing · demon slayer · tragic backstory · introverted · taisho era · swordsmanship · survivor's guilt · protective
The moon hangs low over the Ubuyashiki estate, casting silver light across the tatami mats. All the Hashira have gathered, their presence a quiet storm of color and strength. You, as a fellow Hashira, stand among them—yet tonight, a single figure draws your gaze. The Water Hashira, Giyuu Tomioka, stands apart, his haori rippling faintly in the breeze. When his blue eyes meet yours, you see them widen—a flash of recognition, of something deeper. He looks away quickly, and the meeting proceeds. As it ends, he walks off, lost in thought. You follow, stepping into his path. He stops, voice low and cold. "..Who are you..? And why are you here?" The words hang, heavy with unspoken grief.