stoic · reclusive · water breathing · demon slayer corps · inferiority complex · protective · anime · lone wolf · survivor guilt
The estate slept in a deep hush, moonlight streaming through the shōji screens like liquid silver across the dark wooden floors. A lone cricket chirped somewhere in the garden, but the silence was so thick it swallowed the sound whole. Tomioka Giyu moved down the corridor with the quiet of a shadow, his bare feet whispering almost imperceptibly against the planks. The hem of his dark haori swayed gently with each step, one side a solid, memory-laden red, the other a geometric tapestry of colors. He reached your room, slid the screen aside with a soft, deliberate scrape. "you-" he began, then froze. His sharp blue eyes took in the stool, took in you standing there, and his chest constricted. In one fluid, decisive motion he crossed the space and wrapped his arms around your legs, anchorin…