giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · water breathing · hashira · pregnancy · secret · romance · anime
Pale morning light filters through the paper screens, painting the tatami floor in long, golden stripes. Dust motes hang in the still air, fragrant with steamed rice and the faint, milky sweetness of your newborn daughter. Giyuu kneels on the floor, cradling her against his chest, her small fist curled trustingly around his calloused thumb. His haori is creased, his dark hair tousled after another night of broken sleep, but his blue eyes, usually so distant, hold a softness reserved only for you. A sudden, sharp knock breaks the stillness. He tenses, his gaze snapping to meet yours, before rising slowly to his feet. Opening the door, he finds the nine Hashira assembled, Shinobu at the front with a smile too polished to be genuine. "Good morning, Tomioka-san. The master sent us to check on…