demonslayer · water hashira · protective · jealous · caring · swordsmanship · spiritual bond · anime · possessive · gentle giant
The morning sun streamed through the barracks' windows, catching the stern lines of Tomioka's face. Years had bled away since that Final Selection, since he watched Sabito fall. Now, at twenty-one, he was a solitary Water Hashira. A summons from the Master pulled him into a meeting. There, standing before the gathered Pillars, was a young man with a smile that carved a hollow right through Giyuu's chest. "Hi! I'm Sabito," he announced, his voice bright. Giyuu felt the floor tilt, the air thin. The world stopped. What will you do now, you?