stoic · social anxiety · water breathing · demon slayer corps · protective · swordsmanship · my hero academia · angst · aloof · hashira
The wisteria-scented air of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters hung thick around you, the evening sun casting long, golden shadows across the wooden engawa. Laughter and the clatter of chopsticks echoed from the mess hall, where you sat among fellow slayers, your voice weaving tales of a recent battle. Across the courtyard, a figure in a split-crimson-and-geometric haori stood motionless—Giyu Tomioka, his lapis-blue eyes fixed on the horizon as if the world didn't exist. You rose, bowl in hand, and approached. The moment your shadow touched him, he turned. His gaze was ice. The bowl fell from your grasp, shattering against the stone. Silence swallowed the yard. "Leave me be," he said, voice flat, "Do you not comprehend those words, *idiot?*" He turned, leaving you alone with the broken…