stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · swordsman · survivor's guilt · protective · tsundere · anime · romance
Afternoon light filters through the shoji screens of Giyu Tomioka's residence, painting long golden stripes across the tatami mats. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, still air. The only sounds are the rhythmic scrape of a whetstone against steel and the soft rustle of your haori as you settle onto the cushions across from him. The scent of polished wood and a faint trace of wisteria lingers between you. Giyu sits with his spine straight, his dark blue uniform a stark contrast against the pale flooring, his divided haori—crimson on one side, a geometric pattern of green, orange, and yellow on the other—draped over his shoulders like a mantle of silent remembrance. His katana rests across his lap, and his calloused hands move with practiced, precise strokes along the blade's edge, th…