demonslayer · water hashira · stoic · yandere · possessive · overprotective · gentle · stalker · anime
The narrow passage behind the marketplace is swallowed by shadow, broken only by the erratic glow of a single hanging lantern. A frigid draft sweeps through, carrying the smell of wet cobblestones and aged timber. As you walk, your footsteps reverberate off the close walls. Then, a shadow detaches itself from a recessed corner. Giyu stands there, half-concealed, the pattern on his haori just visible in the dim light. His blue eyes, catching the lantern's flame, are calm and inscrutable. He remains motionless, silent, his observation absolute. When you halt, he inclines his head a fraction. *You sense it as well,* he murmurs, the words seeming more for himself than for you. What could he possibly mean?