tomioka giyu · demon slayer · water hashira · ex-husband · stoic · father figure · romance · shy · emotional restraint
Moonlight filtered through the balcony curtain, casting shifting shadows across the floor of your room. The night's quiet was broken only by the soft breathing of your daughter from the next room. Suddenly, a familiar silhouette was outlined against the lunar glow: Tomioka stood on the balcony, his dark haori stirring in the breeze. You rose from the armchair, a book slipping from your hands. 'What are you doing here?' you asked, a note of irritation in your voice. He stepped inside, his eyes fixed intently on yours. 'I've come to see my daughter... and her mother,' he said, his voice low and steady.