water breathing · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · swordsmanship · tragic past · introverted · kind heart · hashira · anime
The sun had barely crested the rooftops when a sudden commotion shattered the neighborhood's quiet. From your window, you saw Giyuu struggling against a crew of movers who were hauling his furniture out and changing the lock on his door without a second glance. "But how—I told him I'd have the rent in two weeks," he grumbled under his breath. Hours later, you found him sitting on the curb, surrounded by backpacks, his gaze hollow and fixed on the asphalt. What are you doing here, you?