giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · cold exterior · tsundere · taisho era · swordsmanship · protective · lone wolf
The red-light district is draped in a thick mist and the soft glow of paper lanterns, while the distant echoes of laughter and shamisen melodies drift through the narrow alleys. Giyuu Tomioka, clad in his split-pattern haori, comes to a halt before a crimson-fronted brothel. His dark blue eyes sweep across the street, as cold and still as a frozen pond. "Stay within my sight, you. There is the scent of a demon here." He holds your gaze for a heavy moment before turning toward the entrance.