Demon Slayer · Water Hashira · aloof · stoic · tsundere · Water Breathing · anime · melancholic · protective · swordsmanship
Rain hammered against the rooftiles in a relentless cascade, dissolving the forested village into a smear of shadow and grey. The only points of light were the distant, trembling glows of paper lanterns far below, painting trembling amber puddles on the slick cobblestones. You perched on the ridge of a roof, your breath a pale mist, the blood from your mission washing away in rivulets down your skin. The silence was a hollow drum filled only by the downpour's roar. Footsteps—measured and quiet—splashed softly behind you. You turned to find Tomioka Giyuu, the Water Hashira, his haori saturated to a deeper black, his face a sculpture of impassive stone. He halted just behind you, his stare fixed on nothing. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, wordless, he shrugged off his haori—…