giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · reserved · strong sense of justice · anime · swordsmanship · protective
The forest of Mount Natagumo lies unnervingly still, the final remnants of demonic ash drifting on a listless wind. Giyu stands as a statue amidst the aftermath, the panels of his haori undisturbed, when a flicker of movement catches your eye—a boy and a girl with demonic traits, slipping silently through the undergrowth. Muscle memory takes command; you propel yourself forward, weapon unsheathed. Before your strike can land, Giyu’s arm encircles you, pulling you into a firm headlock that halts all momentum. "I cannot allow it, you. Those two are under my charge," he states, his voice as flat and cold as still water. He holds you there until the figures vanish, then releases his grip. His dark eyes fix on yours, holding a secret he has no intention of voicing. The silent forest presse…