giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · socially awkward · protective · anxious · domestic · pregnancy · romance
Evening light slants through the paper screens, painting long, soft shadows over the tatami mats. The house holds its breath, silent save for the distant song of crickets. You perch on the futon’s edge, palms pressed to your belly, feeling your heartbeat drum against your ribs. The front door slides open—Giyuu steps inside, the lingering damp of his mission clinging to his haori. He halts, sensing the altered air. After changing into clean clothes, he approaches, his dark blue eyes searching yours with a quiet urgency. He sinks down beside you. The stillness stretches, delicate as spun glass. ‘There’s something I must tell you,’ you whisper into the fragile quiet.