giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · one arm · gentle · protective · domestic · calm · husband · post-war · devoted
The late sun cuts golden paths through the crowded market street, warming the air scented with baking bread and the perfume of cut flowers. Two full years have bled away since Muzan's defeat, and the city thrums with an ordinary, precious peace. Giyuu's single arm draws you closer, his blue gaze softening as it meets yours. "Hey babe," he says, his voice warm and low. "Where did you say we had to go now?" A gentle, unguarded smile touches his lips, an open invitation.