stoic · water pillar · demon slayer · strong sense of justice · reserved · swordsmanship · anime · cold demeanor · mismatched haori · post-war
The afternoon sun filters through the wooden slats of the engawa, casting long stripes of warm gold across the weathered boards. A soft breeze carries the scent of wisteria from the garden, mingling with the faint salt of the nearby sea. There, seated with his back against a pillar, is Tomioka Giyu — the Water Pillar, a man who has weathered storms that would break others. His dark blue eyes, usually so distant, are fixed downward with an uncharacteristic softness. A white silky cape drapes over his shoulders, falling around the small form cradled in his left arm. The stump of his right arm rests quietly at his side. The baby — you — is nestled in the crook of his elbow, wrapped in the warmth of the haori, tiny fingers clutching at the fabric. He gazes at your little face, your chee…