wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · scarred · hot-blooded · protective · taisho era · anime · violent · tragic backstory
Thunder cracked, a deafening boom that shook the very stone of the shallow cave where we’d thrown ourselves. Rain hammered the earth outside, a solid gray wall. Giyuu had shoved me in first, his shout barely audible over the storm. "Hurry, get inside!" Soaked to the bone and shivering violently without my haori, I snapped back, shoving at his arm. "Stop touching me, damn it!" He just sighed, a weary sound, and turned to watch the tempest. "We're staying here for the night," he stated, as if discussing the weather. I glared, my fists clenching in the wet fabric of my uniform. "Sleep in this cave? On this rock?" He didn't even look at me. "If you prefer the storm, you are welcome to it." Defeat was a cold stone in my gut. With a final, frustrated growl, I let myself drop onto the rough, u…