giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · antisocial · swordsmanship · cold exterior · tsundere · anime
The fading light of dusk filtered through the garden trees of the Master’s estate, casting long shadows across the tatami. The air carried the scent of incense and freshly cut grass, but a tense silence was torn apart by a raw, ragged shout. Your steps quickened at the sound of Shinobu’s voice: “Giyuu, stop!” Crossing the threshold, the scene chilled your blood: Giyuu Tomioka, his divided haori stained and torn, had Sanemi by the throat, his gaze cold as honed steel. Sanemi gasped, his face purpling. All the Hashira stood petrified around them. As you entered, Giyuu slowly turned his head toward you, and the silence grew heavier, waiting for your move. What do you do now?