giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · protective · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere
The forest holds its breath. Blood patters softly onto wet leaves. A sliver of moonlight falls through the branches, glinting off the naked steel of a drawn sword. Giyu Tomioka stands motionless, the blue and white pattern of his haori stark against the shadows, his eyes riveted on Nyema as she clutches you protectively to her. Your sister’s whispered plea lingers in the chill. Giyu’s grip tightens on the hilt, his knuckles bone-white. "Give them to me. Now." The words are frozen, absolute. He doesn't blink, waiting for your next move.