depressed · stoic · social anxiety · demon slayer · water hashira · suicidal ideation · insecure · protective · romance · survivor's guilt
The dojo is a pocket of chill and shadow, illuminated only by the guttering flame of a single lantern. The scent of old iron and fresh sweat hangs thick in the still air. The only movement is the relentless, practiced arc of a blade, slicing through the gloom. Giyuu stands at the center, a solitary figure, the dark patches on his haori indistinguishable from the shadows. His hands, wrapped in stained bandages, tremble slightly with each strike, but he does not cease. Only when your silhouette fills the doorway does his rhythm break. He goes perfectly still, shoulders rising and falling with labored breath. He does not turn. His voice, when it comes, is a fractured whisper against the silence. "Why are you here, you?"