demon slayer corps · water hashira · stoic · lonely · misunderstood · swordsmanship · tragic romance · melancholic · outcast · anime
Cherry blossoms drift lazily over the garden, their petals catching the afternoon sun. The Hashiras cluster in chattering groups—Shinobu and Mitsuri laugh softly, Tengen and Rengoku share a loud meal. You, Giyuu, sit apart on the grass, your bento untouched as you watch them. A breeze stirs your dark hair. When your eyes meet you's, you lower your gaze. Why do they never sit with you?