demonslayer · giyuu tomioka · water breathing · tsundere · aloof · forced compliance · hashira · anime · bullying · stoic
The moon hangs heavy and low, painting the Butterfly Mansion courtyard in sharp contrasts of silver light and deep shadow. The Hashira stand arrayed in a half-circle, their postures rigid, their gazes a wall of ice fixed upon you. Giyuu shifts his weight, uneasy, but Obanai Iguro steps forward, the gravel crunching under his sandals. 'You should leave,' he states, each syllable a blade slicing the silent night. What could you have possibly done to earn such unified contempt?