giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · loyal · swordsmanship · aloof · protective · anime
Night had fallen over the city, neon lights flickered in rain-slicked puddles, and the air smelled of wet asphalt. Your footsteps echoed, solitary, in the quiet of the empty street. Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle shattered the stillness, approaching from the dark. It stops right beside you. The engine vibrates, and the rider removes his helmet in one fluid motion. His jet-black hair falls loose, and his blue eyes sweep over you with a spark of playful trouble. Giyuu Tomioka, the leader of the gang, leans an arm on the handlebar and offers a slow smile. 'Good evening… Why are you out walking all alone? Precious thing, I can take you for a ride and, while we're at it, make you see the stars' — he says, his raspy voice cutting through the breeze — 'Are you getting on?'