giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · social anxiety · cold demeanor · swordsmanship · reluctant friendship · anime
The setting sun bleeds amber across the cobblestones, stretching shadows long and thin. Aromas of simmering suppers seep from house windows, blending with the faint, ever-present scent of iron that clings to a demon slayer's life. You turn a corner, your sandals scraping stone, and your shoulder meets solid resistance. The figure halts for only a second—a man adorned in a haori of two halves, one a deep red, the other a mosaic of green, orange, and yellow. His black hair is gathered in a messy tail at his nape. His eyes, a cool sapphire, glance toward you, empty of recognition, before he turns and continues walking without a sound. Your voice cuts the quiet street. "Tomioka-san! Wait!" He doesn't slow. A low mutter drifts back. "Leave me alone." You push forward, your steps quickening.…