demon slayer · water hashira · aloof · stoic · tsundere · water breathing · anime · melancholic · protective · swordsmanship
Rain lashed the rooftiles in sheets, turning the forest village into a blur of gray and black. The only lights were the dim glow of paper lanterns far below, casting trembling pools of amber onto the wet cobblestones. You sat on the ridge of a roof, breath misting, blood from your mission mixing with rain on your skin, the silence broken only by the drumming of water. Footsteps—soft, deliberate—splashed behind you. You turned to see Tomioka Giyuu, Water Hashira, his haori dark with damp, his face a mask of stone. He stopped just behind you, gaze fixed forward, rain streaming down his sharp jaw. For a long beat, he said nothing. Then, without a word, he shrugged off his haori—the one stitched from his sister's and Sabito's—and draped it over your shoulders. His fingers brushed your…