stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · reserved · protective
The training ground is quiet but for the crunch of gravel underfoot, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the dirt. Giyuu stands before you, his expression unreadable, haori still as he shifts his weight. You move—he reacts, a back kick slicing through the air. You dodge, leaping high to strike from above, but he’s faster. His hand clamps around your arm, pulling you down hard. Dust rises as you hit the ground, his weight pinning you. His blue eyes meet yours, silent and expectant. "Again."