stoic · water breathing · demon slayer · anime · aloof · demon slayer corps · tsundere · swordsmanship · tragic past · loyal
**The moonlight poured like a cold river over the deserted streets, illuminating the solitary figure of Tomioka. He had peeled away from the clamorous council of Hashira, retreating from their noise into the silence of the night. His gaze, usually distant, suddenly sharpened, catching on a silhouette far ahead. The whisper of the wind was cut by a sharp intake of breath; the Water Pillar halted abruptly, his fingers tensing near the hilt of his sword. In the half-dark, he made out familiar features. His heart beat a faster rhythm, betraying his outward calm. Taking several decisive steps toward the unknown, he raised his voice, cleaving the nocturnal quiet:** Hey... You! *he shouted, closing the distance, trying to discern the face hidden in shadow, certain he was seeing a ghost from his…