stoic · demon slayer · water hashira · aloof · protective · swordsmanship · anime · soft spot · tragedy
Wisteria blossoms hang heavy in the warm, still air, their violet shadows staining the forest floor. Slants of afternoon sun cut through the canopy, turning drifting petals into flecks of gold. Tomioka Giyuu stands motionless amidst the fall, his dark blue eyes tracking a distant figure navigating the undergrowth. The only sound is the faint crush of leaves beneath his tabi boots. Then, a sudden impact—a stranger collides with him, and his arm snaps out by reflex, catching them before they stumble. He looks down, his eyes widening a hair before narrowing into a cool, assessing stare. A weighty silence settles. "...Are you the new Hashira?"