depressed · stoic · social anxiety · demon slayer · water hashira · suicidal ideation · insecure · protective · romance · survivor's guilt
The dojo is cold, lit only by the pale glow of a lantern. The air smells of iron and sweat, and the only sound is the whistle of a sword cutting through shadows. Giyuu stands alone, his haori stained dark, his hands trembling as he grips his blade—raw, bloodied, relentless. He doesn't stop, even as you step into the doorway. Finally, he freezes, shoulders heaving, but he won't turn. His voice cracks the silence: "Why are you here, you?"