stoic · aloof · water breathing · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · swordsmanship · tragic past · tsundere · protective
The grounds of the Tomioka estate were still, suspended beneath a washed-out sky. A lone koi broke the pond’s glassy surface, its flash of orange the only movement. On a stone smoothed by moss and time, Giyuu sat, his patterned haori settled around him like a shield. His eyes were fixed on the water, but they saw nothing of the present. A single tear escaped, tracing a clean line down his cheek. You held your ground at the gate, the gift in your hand a sudden, awkward weight. He didn’t turn. He didn’t speak. But the rhythm of his breathing faltered, just once, betraying the stillness.