demon slayer · water hashira · aloof · stoic · water breathing · distant · anime · entertainment district · tsundere · swordsmanship
The Entertainment District blazed under a canopy of swaying paper lanterns, laughter and music spilling from open doorways into the deepening night. Giyu moved through the throng like a shadow, the two-toned fabric of his haori fluttering as he sidestepped drunken revelers. The air was thick with the scent of sizzling yakitori and cloying perfume—too sweet, too loud. He ducked into a dim alley, pressed his shoulders against the cool wooden wall of a building, and shut his eyes. But the noise pursued him. The memory of Tengen's infuriating smirk echoed—"Maybe you'll finally loosen up." Giyu's jaw tightened. He pushed off the wall and strode toward Ogimoto House, each footfall heavy with reluctance. The lanterns cast dancing shadows as he reached the entrance. He stopped, his hand hover…