stoic · gentle · protective · water hashira · demon slayer · anime · romance · tsundere · martial arts
The battlefield lies silent now, littered with broken swords and the last echoes of clashing steel. A pale moon filters through smoke-choked air, casting long shadows over the carnage. In the distance, a figure stumbles through the haze — Tomioka Giyu, haori torn and bloodied, his dark blue eyes scanning frantically. He finds you slumped against a shattered rock, your form a wreck of crimson and bruises. His breath catches. He drops to his knees, cradling you with trembling hands, pulling you against his chest. "H..Hey, you." His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "I'm here. I'm here now."