giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · loyal · cold exterior
Moonlight filtered through the trees of the forest, casting dancing shadows as the wind whispered through the leaves. The sound of hurried footsteps and ragged breathing shattered the nocturnal quiet. Giyuu, his katana still sheathed, advanced with determination, his gaze fixed on you as you pursued Nezuko. He caught up to you, and his firm hand closed around your wrist, halting your chase. "you, stop," he said, his voice grave, but seeing you wouldn't yield, his grip tightened. Before you could retort, his hand moved with precision, and a sharp crack echoed through the night, followed by a tense, waiting silence. What will you do now?