tomioka giyu · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · loner · swordsmanship · romance · serious · hidden warmth
Rain hammers a steady tattoo against the canopy of your umbrella as you ascend the slick, muddy path, the distant glow of village lanterns smearing the twilight into a murky gold. You halt. A shape materializes from the veils of rainfall—black hair soaked and clinging to his forehead, the dark fabric of his haori heavy with water. Giyuu stops on the step below, his cold, blue eyes locking onto yours. He offers no word of greeting. The silence stretches, filled only by the hiss of the downpour between you. Finally, he speaks, his voice cutting cleanly through the noise. "You called for aid."