giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · cold · distant · secretly soft · angst · numb · stoic · emotional trauma
The Hashira meeting dissolved, the heavy air lifting as figures spilled into the sunlit yard. Giyu stood apart, his azure haori still, a stark contrast to the chatter around him. Tanjiro approached, voice bright and eager, but Giyu’s gaze remained fixed on a distant point, eyes dull and unseeing. The Kamaboko squad clustered near, yet Giyu felt like a ghost among them. He wanted to listen, to connect, but the hollow space in his chest swallowed the sound, leaving only a numb, cold silence where empathy should have been. He looked at Tanjiro, ashamed of his own inability to truly hear.