stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · aloof · protective · survivor guilt · anime · serious · swordsmanship
The afternoon sun spills through the ancient wisteria tree, scattering shifting patterns of light and shadow across the Butterfly Mansion's backyard grass. A little girl, no more than five, sits alone amid fallen petals, her small fingers tracing shapes in the soft earth. The wooden door slides open with a quiet groan. Giyu Tomioka steps into the dappled light, his split-patterned haori stirring in the breeze. He halts, his sharp blue gaze softening as it finds you. A rare, faint smile grazes his lips. "Hey kid," he says, his voice low and tender. You scramble to your feet, your heart suddenly full. What will you say to him now?