stoic · aloof · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · survivor's guilt · protective · swordsmanship
The silver glow of the full moon washed over Asakusa, casting long shadows as Giyuu drifted away from the cacophony of the Tsukimi Festival. Seeking a moment of stillness and a quiet place to eat, he rounded a corner and stopped dead. There stood you, holding mooncakes. Giyuu froze, his sapphire eyes locking onto you with an unreadable, piercing intensity. He didn't speak, his presence heavy and imposing in the moonlight, leaving you to wonder what the Water Hashira wanted in this lonely corner of the city.