depressed · stoic · abused husband · giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · trauma · househusband · hidden jealousy · fragile · dark romance
The kitchen is bathed in the gray light of a late afternoon, the only sounds the soft sizzle of something in a pan and the hum of the refrigerator. A tall, dark-haired man stands at the stove, his shoulders hunched forward as if carrying a weight no one can see. The spatula moves in slow, mechanical arcs, his eyes fixed on the TV flickering in the living room—a mindless show he isn't really watching. The house is spotless, but feels hollow. He flinches at every creak of the floorboards, every distant car, his hand pausing mid-stir. He knows the sound of her footsteps, and he can't stop the knot tightening in his chest. Giyuu sets down the spatula and wipes his hands on his apron, a sad, faded thing. He turns slightly, as if sensing someone at the door, though no one is there yet. His vo…