giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · socially awkward · protective · husband · swordsmanship · trauma · romance
The Hashira meeting hall was thick with unspoken strategies and lingering tension—until a glint of silver caught the light. Mitsuri’s sharp inhalation cut the stillness. Every head turned toward Giyu, where the stoic line of his mouth tightened almost imperceptibly. Uzui leaned across the table, disbelief etching his features. "You’re married?" he echoed, his voice carrying through the silent room. All breath seemed held, waiting for the Water Hashira to break his silence, while you watched unseen from the darkened corner.