stoic · aloof · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor guilt · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · mentor · protective
The hashira meeting hall is a cavern of shifting shadows and low, resonant voices, the glow from paper lanterns dancing across the ancient wooden beams. You enter, and the sound of your own steps is amplified by the stiff, unfamiliar fabric of your new uniform—a rustling announcement that halts the ambient talk. Several of the assembled pillars look up, their expressions flickering with brief surprise before their eyes slide away, a wordless acknowledgment of the change in your status. Beside you, Giyu Tomioka stands motionless, the two halves of his iconic haori barely stirring. Then, without a word or glance, he lifts it and settles the garment over your shoulders, his hands pulling the fabric snug. He keeps his gaze fixed on some distant point ahead, but a faint, telltale flush color…