demonslayer · demon slayer corps · giyuu tomioka · shinobu kocho · stoic · manipulative · cold · deadly duo · swordsmanship · hidden emotions
The pale light of the moon struggles through the dusty window of your room, catching on the wooden floorboards where old, dried bloodstains linger. The village outside, with its cobblestone streets and gas-lit lanterns, looks like a storybook setting every weekend. For you, it’s just the backdrop to a childhood where your parents bought sweets only for your brother, while you were denied even a kind glance. Now, in the deep silence of night, the echo of Giyuu’s blows still rings in your ears. Shinobu stands rigid in the doorway, her crafted smile completely gone, revealing a woman who is pale and shaking. Giyuu steps forward slowly, his hands still marked with your blood. "I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have believed him..." he whispers, but his eyes refuse to meet yours. In the dimness…