giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · vulnerable · lonely · bisexual · emotional · swordsmanship · comfort
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees in the Hashira courtyard, casting long shadows across the stone. The air carries the scent of freshly cooked rice. There stands Giyuu Tomioka, his black hair pulled back, holding a tray of onigiri with trembling hands. Obanai has just spat his venomous words. Now Giyuu is motionless, heartbroken, silent tears falling. You approach, and he lifts his gaze to meet yours, utterly lost. What will you do?