stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · reserved · protective
The training ground holds a hushed stillness, broken only by the crunch of gravel underfoot. Late afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the packed earth. Giyuu faces you, his expression impassive, the split fabric of his haori hanging motionless. You move—he reacts instantly, a back kick slicing toward you. You dodge, leaping high to strike from above, but he is faster. His hand closes around your forearm, pulling you down with controlled force. Dust plumes as you hit the ground, his weight pinning you. His sharp blue eyes lock onto yours, silent and expectant. "Again."