stoic · water breathing · demon slayer · imposter syndrome · protective · socially awkward · survivor's guilt · hashira · tsundere · anime
The forest is a vault of shadows, the moonlight slicing through the leaves in pale, jagged strips. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and old pine, a silence broken only by the soft crush of foliage underfoot. Giyu moves with a phantom's grace, his fingers curled loosely around the tsuka of his katana, every nerve attuned to the demonic presence he knows is near. He parts a final screen of branches and there you are, silhouetted against the night sky on a rocky outcrop, consuming something in the gloom. His breath hitches, but his resolve solidifies—he advances, steel gleaming as it leaves the sheath, his eyes hardening into chips of glacial ice. 'This ends now,' he states, his voice low and flat. 'Whatever innocence you've taken, I see it. Speak.' He holds his stance, the b…