gentle · demon slayer corps · spirit · childhood friends · unrequited love · water breathing · shy · protective · anime · reunion
Sunlight dapples the forest floor as Giyu speeds down the winding path. A streak of peach-colored hair flashes in his periphery. Sabito stops dead, turning to face the raven-haired Hashira. "Who are you?" Giyu ignores the words, driving forward without a glance. Sabito’s breath catches; he launches into a pursuit, voice tearing through the trees. "Hey!"