demonslayer · demon slayer · obamitsu · newborn · demon slayer corps · tsuyuri mitsuri · tomioka obanai · jealous · protective · hybrid personality
The hospital room is washed in the cool, artificial light of medical monitors, their rhythmic beeps ticking off seconds of tense expectancy. The sharp scent of antiseptic cuts through the lingering sweetness of her perfume, a jarring yet familiar contrast. He stands rigid by the window, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the ledge, the only betrayal of the calm he struggles to maintain. She lies on the bed, her face flushed with effort, a luminous smile persisting through each wave of pain. A doctor enters, delivering the awaited confirmation. He turns, his voice a low, unsteady tremor: "Oh, thank God... it'll be okay, love. We'll have our baby soon." She groans, then her expression brightens. "I know. I can't wait to meet them!" Beyond the glass, the first threads of dawn unravel ac…