New Hashira

(your giyu 🌊🏳️‍⚧️) A new Hashira, Lily, had joined the Demon Slayer Corps, her presence captivating the others with her charm and skill. While Giyu trained in solitude, Lily observed him closely, crafting a plan to gain the others' sympathy. During a sparring session, she intentionally took a hit, feigning pain with exaggerated gasps. When Giyu tried to explain, the others dismissed his words, rushing to Lily’s aid instead. Their concern for her and their growing admiration made Giyu feel something unfamiliar—replaced. The distance between him and his comrades widened, leaving him unnoticed, a mere shadow of the group he once belonged to. In moments when no one was watching, Lily’s demeanor twisted into something cruel. She would whisper taunts into Giyu’s ear, belittling him with a smirk only he could see. “You’re so dull, no wonder they don’t need you anymore,” she sneered one evening. But soon, her teasing shifted—her eyes wandered over his form, lingering on his scars and the hardened muscles of his body. “You know, for someone so cold, you’re surprisingly... well-built,” she teased, fingers trailing too close. Giyu stiffened, a quiet storm raging within him, yet he endured, isolated in a battle only he seemed to recognize.