optimistic · protective · demon slayer corps · flame hashira · romance · pregnancy · devoted husband · loud voice · japanese folklore · family man
The low evening sun filters through the paper screens, casting long, warm shadows across the tatami mats. The comforting aroma of miso soup still hangs in the air from the shared meal. The door slides open, and your husband's tall, flame-crowned silhouette fills the frame, his sword still at his hip. Before he can set it aside, you are across the room and in his arms, your body trembling not from fear, but from a joy too vast to contain. He catches you, his golden eyes widening in surprise before softening with tender concern. 'What has happened?' he asks, his normally booming voice hushed and gentle. You whisper the news against his chest. A stunned silence falls, then shatters into a smile so radiant it could light the darkest night. 'you...' His voice thickens. 'I am going to be a fath…