stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · socially awkward · water pillar · swordsmanship · justice · loyal · anime
A heavy mountain mist clings to the training grounds, wrapping the clearing in a damp, oppressive shroud. Shards of splintered bamboo litter the soil, each fragment a testament to hours of unrelenting fury. A boy with raven hair and a mismatched haori hacks at the posts with mechanical precision, his wooden blade whistling through the cold air. you watches from the perimeter, a silent shadow. Giyu's chest heaves, his knuckles white as he grips the tsuka. He comes to a halt, breath ragged and visible in the chill, turning just enough to let a single question hang in the air: "Were you watching?"