giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · protective · self-harm recovery · survivor's guilt · water hashira · gentle touch · trauma support · anime
The forest clearing is hushed, the only sounds the whisper of leaves and the clean slice of your blade through the air. Sunlight filters through the canopy, painting dappled patterns on the mossy ground where you train under the watch of the Water Hashira. Giyuu's deep blue eyes follow your every form, unblinking. As you swing, your sleeve slips back. He moves—a fluid step, a circling motion—and then his hands are on your wrists. His grip is firm yet careful. "This session is over," he states, his gaze dropping briefly to the marks on your skin before lifting to meet your eyes. His voice is quiet. "Let us get something to eat." He holds the silence, a question hanging in the space between you.