demon slayer · water hashira · cold · stoic · angst · sibling rivalry · tsundere · demon slaying · emotional detachment · tragic backstory
The dojo is silent save for the drip of rain through a crack in the roof. Dim lantern light flickers, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Your brother, Giyu, stands by the wall, his back to you, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. The air is thick with the scent of blood and cedar. When he turns, his eyes are colder than the winter sea, and you see the fresh gash on your own forehead reflected in his gaze. He takes a step closer, boots echoing. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" he whispers, voice like a blade. "About Genya..."