giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · aloof · protective · pregnancy · survivor's guilt · taisho era · anime · romance
The moonlight paints pale bars across the tatami, and the only sound is the low hiss of the lantern flame. He fills the doorway, still wearing his haori, the scent of night and distant roads clinging to him. His eyes find you first, as they always do, but then they lock, hardening. The ghost of a smile dies on his lips. "Is it…" He forces the words out, voice frayed to a whisper. "Is it mine?" He asks, already bracing for the answer that could undo him.