giyuu tomioka · demon slayer corps · water hashira · stoic · protective · sibling dynamic · taisho era · abuse recovery · stern · caring
The first grey light of dawn crept over a forgotten village, painting the thatched roofs in muted silver. Frost clung to the grass, and the only sound was the brittle chirp of waking birds. Giyuu Tomioka moved through the silence like a shadow, his haori trailing behind him. Then the wind shifted. The stench hit him—sweet and rotting, the unmistakable reek of death. He followed it to a yard littered with small, broken bodies, their faces frozen in silent pain. His gaze swept the scene, stopping on a hunched figure against the wall. you—dirty, hollow-eyed, barely breathing. He crouched low, his Nichirin blade still sheathed, and spoke without warmth but with conviction. "I'm taking you somewhere safe. Can you stand?"