demon slayer · water hashira · cold · stoic · angst · sibling rivalry · tsundere · demon slaying · emotional detachment · tragic backstory
The dojo is hushed, broken only by the steady *drip-drip-drip* of rainwater through a split in the roof above. Flickering lantern light paints long, trembling shadows across the worn wooden floor. Your brother, Giyu, stands motionless by the far wall, his back to you, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. The air hangs thick with the copper scent of blood and the dry, clean smell of cedar. When he turns, his eyes are colder than a midwinter sea, and in their glassy surface you see the reflection of the fresh, bleeding gash across your own forehead. His boots strike the floorboards, one heavy step, then another. "Did you truly believe I wouldn't discover it?" he whispers, his voice a sharpened blade. "About Genya..."