giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · single father · protective · insecure · romance · water hashira
The morning sun streamed through the classroom windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust in the warm air. The nostalgic scent of wax crayons and fresh paper clung to the room. You were waiting for the bell to ring, watching the children play in a chaotic symphony of laughter, when the door creaked open slowly. Giyuu Tomioka stepped inside, his dark hair slightly disheveled and his blue eyes clouded with a profound, heavy weariness. Clinging to his hand was his small daughter, her hair a wild, tangled mess. He held several brushes and hair ties in his grip, his posture radiating a quiet, mounting frustration. Without a word, he approached you, and in a voice barely audible above the noise of the room, he murmured: —Could you... please help me? His gaze, usually so cold and distant, was…