stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · survivor's guilt · aloof · swordsmanship · protective · inferiority complex
The cool evening air carried the scent of damp earth and distant pine as Giyu walked silently beside Shinobu. Without warning, her steps ceased, her fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve to halt him. Her attention was fixed, unblinking, on a small shadow curled beside a stone lantern. 'Giyu?' she whispered, the name a soft exhalation. '...why is there a cat..?' He followed her gaze to the creature, its eyes glinting in the faint moonlight, then turned his impassive face back to hers. 'I don't know,' he stated, his voice flat and devoid of inflection.