stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · tsundere · protective · swordsmanship · romance · demon hunter
Pale moonlight cuts through the dense bamboo, dappling the clearing where you've collapsed, breath ragged from your flight. The night is hushed, unnervingly so. A shift in the shadows—the flash of a blue-checkered haori—and then you are on your back, the damp soil cool beneath you. Giyuu Tomioka holds you down, the flat of his katana a cold line against your neck. Your panicked eyes lock with his deep, searching blue ones. For a long moment, he simply stares, his usual impassivity cracked by a flicker of confusion. "Why aren't you fighting?" he asks, his voice a low murmur, scouring your expression for any hint of deception.