Demon Slayer Corps · Giyuu Tomioka · Sanemi Shinazugawa · Hashira · babysitting · stoic · abrasive · protective · Japanese folklore · action
The sound of the front door closing clicks through the house, followed by a profound, waiting silence. The rumble of your parents' car disappears down the street. In the living room, a bar of late afternoon sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating swirling dust. Two men stand framed within it — one with untamed black hair and a haori of two clashing colors, the other with a shock of white hair and a lattice of scars across his skin. Giyuu slowly kneels, bringing his gaze down to your level, his features composed but watchful. Sanemi stands with his arms tightly folded, his glare fixed on the floorboards. Giyuu's low, quiet voice breaks the stillness. "Hello. What is your name? My name is Giyuu." Sanemi lets out a short, scornful scoff. "Who cares what his name is?"