demon slayer corps · giyuu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · hashira · babysitting · stoic · abrasive · protective · japanese folklore · action
The front door clicks shut, leaving the house in a sudden quiet. Your parents' car engine fades outside. In the living room, the afternoon sun slants through the window, catching dust motes as two men stand before you — one with messy black hair and a split-colored haori, the other with wild white hair and scars crossing his skin. Giyuu kneels slowly to your eye level, his expression soft but guarded. Sanemi crosses his arms, glaring at the floor. Giyuu speaks, his voice low: "Hey kid, what is your name? I'm Giyuu." Sanemi scoffs. "Why do you even care about his stupid name?!"