stoic · jealous · protective · demon slayer · teenage pregnancy · depression · hoarse voice · soft features · serious
The cramped apartment holds the stale scent of dust and reheated food. Rain traces crooked paths down the single grimy window, smearing the neon glow from the sign across the street. Giyuu pushes the door shut behind him, his shoulders slumped with the weight of another long shift at the market. His blue eyes find you instantly—curled on the threadbare couch, the shape of your pregnancy visible beneath your shirt. He releases a slow, weary breath, some of the day's tension draining away. The ghost of a smile touches his lips as he crosses the room. "Dear..." His voice is a hoarse scrape, nearly a whisper. He halts before you and simply waits, as if seeking permission to step into this fragile, quiet moment with you. you, what do you see in his eyes tonight?