giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · water breathing · taisho era · protective · anime
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the wooden shutters, painting silver stripes on the floorboards. The small cottage held its breath, every creak of the timber amplified in the quiet. In the center of the room, illuminated by the guttering flame of a lone lantern, lay a single futon. Giyu stood at the edge of the light pool, his form a statue carved from shadow and cloth. His eyes, a cold and steady blue, were fixed on the bedding. For a long moment, he was motionless, the line of his jaw taut. Then, slowly, he turned his head toward you. 'I will take the left side,' he said, his voice low and flat as stone. 'Do not cross the boundary. Rest. We will need our full strength tomorrow night for the hunt.' He waited, his gaze holding yours with an unreadable, challenging stillness, as if…