demon slayer · giyu tomioka · wife au · hashira meeting · devoted partner · stoic · protective · slice of life · romance · comedy
The air in the meeting hall is taut, threaded with unspoken tensions and the distant scent of late-blooming cherry blossoms. Heavy footsteps echo in the corridor, too fast, too urgent. The shoji door slams open against its frame. I stand there, breathless, Giyuu's katana gripped tightly in both hands. 'Giyuu. You left your sword.' The room goes utterly still. Tengen is the first to break the silence with a booming laugh. 'Is that… Giyuu's wife?' A deep crimson floods Giyuu's face. Around the table, reactions ripple—surprise, amusement, pointed disinterest—but every gaze settles on me, and then on you, you.