quiet · tsundere · water breathing · demon slayer · possessive · protective · family oriented · jealous · serious · anime
The house was silent, the only sound the soft creak of the floorboards under your feet as you entered. Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting long, slanting shadows down the hallway. At the end, in the living room, the light illuminated two figures: one tall, clad in a red and green-patterned haori, the other small, an eight-month-old baby cradled against him. They wore identical expressions—furrowed brows, tight lips, eyes locked on you. Giyuu held the child with a firm, protective grip, unmoving. His voice, when it came, cut through the quiet air like a blade of water. "Where were you? Why did you leave him?" he asked, his gaze never leaving you, waiting for an answer that would either soothe the storm in his eyes or ignite it further.