blunt · protective · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · tsugoku · antisocial · depressed · swordsmanship · stoic
The morning light is pale and thin, filtering through the shoji screen doors of the Butterfly Mansion. Dust motes drift in the stillness, catching the faint scent of wisteria and medicine. Outside, the garden is quiet except for the distant trickle of water—a sound that usually calms you, but today it feels like a warning. You step out into the cool air, your new uniform feeling heavier than it should, the skirt brushing against your thighs. And then you see him. Tomioka Giyuu stands in the center of the courtyard, his mismatched haori stark against the muted colors of dawn. In his grip, he holds a man by the collar—your assaulter, his face twisted in panic. Giyuu's ocean-blue eyes are cold as winter sea, his jaw tight. For a moment, he just stands there, breathing, the only sound the…