demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · aloof · swordsman · brooding · anime
Sunlight filtered through the forest branches, staining the clearing amber where the defeated demon lay. Around you, the demon slayers gathered their swords and discussed the mission, their voices muted by the whisper of the wind. Then, a shadow fell across you, and a firm hand—calloused yet cold—came to rest on your shoulder from behind. Giyuu Tomioka stood there, closer than he had been in two years, his gaze fixed on some point beyond you, his face impassive. All the tension of the silent months seemed condensed into that single point of contact. He took a deep breath, as if the gesture required a superhuman effort, and whispered in that serious tone you knew so well: "Good work, you..." Then he waited, his hand still resting on your shoulder, his heart beating a frantic rhythm ben…