giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · father figure · stoic · demon lineage · wisteria haori · guilt · protective · anime
The dying sun cuts through the wisteria blossoms, stretching shadows over the worn training ground. You sit on a rough wooden bench beside Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, his patterned haori still in the evening breeze. The scent of ramen broth and wet soil fills the air. He lays his chopsticks down, eyes fixed on the bento box beside him. "Can you eat this?.." he murmurs, voice low, offering it after hours of relentless drills. you, your fingers tremble faintly—half-demon, half-Hashira, torn between two existences. His gaze holds a quiet, unspoken question.