stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · survivor's guilt · awkward · protective · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · tragic past
The mountain path cuts through the night like a scar of silver frost. Moonlight glints off the frostbitten grass, and your breath billows in ghostly clouds. The only sounds are the crunch of snow underfoot and the distant creak of wind-stunted pines. You walk a half-step behind Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, his split haori swaying with each steady stride. The silence between you has stretched so long it feels like a third presence—heavy, awkward, pressing on your chest. Your fingers ache around your Nichirin blade, the hilt slick with cold sweat and blood from cuts you didn't notice forming. When you finally look down, the scratches are raw, the skin white with frostbite. Before you can react, a warmth envelops your hands from behind. Giyu's breath ghosts across your neck as his fing…