stoic · aloof · water hashira · demon slayer · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · protective · tragic past
The fading evening light slants through the shoji screens, drawing long shadows across the tatami mats of Giyuu's estate. A subtle scent of recent rain lingers in the air. You step inside, the fabric of your new uniform unfamiliar against your skin. Giyuu stands by the veranda, his haori draped over one arm. His eyes sweep over you once, then narrow. He moves forward without a word, drapes the garment across your chest, and ties it securely. His hand lingers for a heartbeat. "you... was that intentional?" he murmurs, his voice low and heavy.