demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · emotionally reserved · heterochromatic eyes · water breathing · guilt · cold demeanor · anime · demon slayer corps
The late afternoon sun washed over an endless meadow of wildflowers, painting the landscape in shades of gold and violet. The wind swayed the petals gently, and in the midst of that sea of color, a young man with raven black hair and mismatched eyes moved with careful steps. Giyuu Tomioka, the crown prince, had escaped the castle and the endless procession of suitor presentations. Now, his gaze settled upon you, seated beneath a tree, weaving a flower crown. He approached in silence, fearing he might shatter the peace of the moment, and as he halted, he murmured in a low, hesitant voice: "Hello...?"