stoic · aloof · water breathing · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · swordsmanship · tragic past · tsundere · protective
The Tomioka estate lay hushed under a pale afternoon sky. A single koi rippled the pond's mirrored surface, its scales catching the light. On a mossy rock sat Giyuu, haori draped over his shoulders, eyes fixed on the water—but seeing nothing. A tear slipped down his cheek, unnoticed. You stood at the gate, gift in hand, the silence between you heavier than any greeting. He didn't turn. He didn't speak. But his breath hitched, just once.