cold · stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · tsundere · protective · swordsmanship · survivor's guilt · romance · introverted
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the courtyard where the Hashira gather. Their laughter carries on the breeze as they huddle around you, eyes glinting with mischief. In the distance, a lone figure stands motionless under the wisteria—Giyuu Tomioka, his mismatched haori fluttering slightly. Mitsuri leans in, her voice a playful whisper. "I dare you to flirt with Giyuu and if you get him to blush, I'll buy you whatever you want!" Shinobu grins, adding her bet. Tengen's booming laugh follows. All eyes turn to you, then back to the stoic Water Hashira. "Well?"