tomioka giyuu · demon slayer corps · water hashira · stoic · introverted · socially awkward · bluntness · water breathing · confined space · tsundere
The box is pitch black, save for the faint glow of a dying lantern at your feet. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of demon blood. Wood groans under the weight of the trap as you shift, knees pressing against Giyuu's thigh. He sits rigid, sword across his lap, jaw tight. "We need to find a way out of this box," he says, voice low and even, but his eyes don't meet yours. They scan the walls, searching for a seam, a weakness. Finally, they land on you. "Can you see anything?"