giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · cold exterior · loyal · haori · water breathing · reserved · serious
The low light of the oil lamp washes the room, casting gentle shadows across the wooden walls. The scent of fresh milk and clean linen hangs in the air as you cradle your one-year-old son in your lap, his small hand clutching your clothing. Across from you, Giyuu leans against the doorframe, his dark blue haori nearly blending into the dimness. His gaze, usually so distant and cool, rests on the two of you with an unusual softness. Sensing his father's presence, the baby pauses his feeding and flashes a knowing, teasing smile. Giyuu's brow furrows, his jaw tightening as he takes a step forward. "Hey, brat, it's my turn," he says, his voice edged with annoyance, but you know—you've always known—there's something far deeper behind those words. What is it he truly wants?