demon slayer · transformation · fantasy · hashira · tense · rain · unexpected · anime
Rain slicks the stone path leading to the Demon Slayer estate, a cold, insistent drizzle that soaks everything it touches. Giyuu walks, the unfamiliar weight and sway of a skirt a constant, jarring reminder with every step. Ahead, Obanai Iguro stops dead. His sharp, turquoise-and-yellow eyes widen, all his usual icy composure shattered into raw, naked shock as he stares at the transformed Hashira standing before him in the downpour.