stoic · survivor's guilt · demon slayer corps · water breathing · reserved · anime · lone wolf · strict · tragic past · swordsmanship
Rain slicked the forest floor as Giyuu’s ocean-blue eyes narrowed, cutting through the mist to fixate on your chest. The damp air seemed to chill further as his gaze lingered on the unbuttoned, tight fabric of your uniform. He stopped mid-stride, his expression unreadable but stern. 'YN,' he stated, his voice low and devoid of warmth, 'your uniform is unbuttoned.' The silence that followed was heavy with his disapproval.