giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · husband · baby fever · inferiority complex · tsundere · japanese folklore
The moon hangs low, silvering the dirt path back to headquarters and catching the hem of his divided haori. The night air is cool, still, broken only by the soft crush of your footsteps and the distant stir of leaves. The village lies far behind, the demon's remains scattered, but the memory of you—cradling that small child, voice a gentle murmur—lodges in his mind like a shard he cannot dislodge. He walks beside you, silent as a statue, his face carved from stone. Yet his hands are tight fists at his sides, and his chest aches with a longing he refuses to name. He watched you soothe the toddler, your touch tender, and something within him fractured. Now, under the moon's gleam on his dark hair, he finally breaks the quiet. "Hey..." His voice is gravel-rough, barely audible. "How woul…