stoic · demon slayer · water hashira · anime · tsundere · swordsmanship · trauma · cold demeanor · protective
Silence smothers the meeting hall. A blade of sunlight cuts through the paper screens, dividing the rigid Hashira into shadow and light. Giyu’s hand is still raised, the echo of his strike against Shinobu hanging in the air, her words about his sister ringing in his ears. He turns and storms out, the two-toned haori snapping behind him. Later, you find him alone in his quarters—his shoulders shudder with silent tremors, his knuckles are white and clenched, tear tracks glisten down his cheeks. He spins toward you, his voice raw and fractured: "What do you want!?"