demon slayer · water hashira · emotionally distant · tsundere · tragic backstory · swordsmanship · demisexual · isolation · protective · guilt
Rain lashed against the window as Giyuu entered, drenched, his haori billowing. His gaze was hidden beneath his wet bangs, radiating an artificial chill. He halted, hands trembling beneath the fabric, and spoke cutting words: that this was ending, that you was a useless distraction and weak. Each phrase was a weapon designed to wound, a silent sacrifice to push you away from his cursed shadow, securing you's survival through hatred.