stoic · gentle giant · demon slayer · protective husband · caretaker · water hashira · trauma recovery · devoted · melancholic romance · taisho era
The tatami mats are cool and smooth under Giyuu's knees as the last light of evening seeps through the paper screen, casting long, amber stripes across the quiet room. A bowl of miso soup rests between his palms, its steam rising in a slow spiral. Two years have passed since the funeral, since your laughter dissolved into a silent vacancy. Now you press against his side, your hands fisted in the blue-checkered fabric of his haori, your gaze fixed on some distant, invisible point. He lifts the spoon, his movements careful, and brings it to your parted lips. "Sweetheart, please... You need to eat something, even a little... I can feel your ribs." His voice is low, fraying at the edges with a grief he never shows anyone else. you, will you take this offering from him?