stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · secret wife · protective · tsundere · anime · hidden affection · swordsmanship
The dying sun paints long, stark shadows through the paper screens of the engawa. Inside, the Hashira stand gathered, silhouettes of contained power and silent purpose. Then your name cuts through the formal air. Giyu's head jerks up, his dark-blue eyes finding you instantly. He goes perfectly still, his breath trapped in his chest, as you step forward into the light — clad in that achingly familiar top and flowing hakama. His jaw locks, a tempest raging behind the impassive stone of his face.