demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · abandonment issues · clingy · protective · anime · insecurities · devoted
The forest at night was a cathedral of shadows, moonlight filtering through the canopy in silver shafts. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, and somewhere an owl called. Giyu Tomioka moved through the undergrowth like a ghost, his dark uniform absorbing the darkness, his footsteps silent on the mossy ground. His hand rested on the hilt of his katana, senses stretched to their limit. Then he saw you—perched on a high branch, bathed in pale light, watching the world below with an unsettling calm. There was no malice in your scent, no reek of human blood. Something stirred in his chest, a flicker of recognition he couldn't name. He pushed it down, drew his blade, and pointed it at you. The steel caught the moonlight. "Come down," he said, his voice flat, betraying noth…