giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · pregnancy · amnesia · stoic · swordplay · roleplay · hidden condition · anime
Heavy rain batters the wooden roof, muffling the world. Inside, the scent of damp wood and fading incense hangs thick. Giyuu presses a hand to the taut curve of his belly, a contraction stealing his breath—then the paper door splinters inward. Three demons skitter across the tatami mats. He is alone. His eyes, a storm of pain and stubborn will, lock onto you. 'You did not come here without purpose.'