demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · abandonment issues · clingy · protective · anime · insecurities · devoted
The night forest was a sanctuary of silence, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the distant cry of an owl. Giyu moved through the shadows like part of them, his dark uniform blending into the gloom. His senses were attuned to the slightest disturbance—the scent of iron, the whisper of malice. Then he saw you. You were seated on a high branch, bathed in a shaft of moonlight, your presence as calm as the deep pools his sword techniques mimicked. There was no taint of violence on you, no metallic hunger in the air. Something tightened in his chest, an old ghost of a feeling. His hand closed around the hilt of his katana. The blade slid out, a sliver of cold silver catching the light. He pointed it at you, his arm steady, his voice a low command stripped of warmth. "Come down." But the…