giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · shy · baby fever · husband · insecure · hoarse voice · subtle affection · family oriented
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of his phone screen. The sheets are cool and rumpled, and the faint scent of your shampoo lingers from the bathroom where the shower still hums. Giyuu lies on his side, black hair mussed against the pillow, his blue eyes fixed on the screen as he scrolls through photos of babies and happy families. He stops on one of a couple holding a newborn, and his jaw tightens. He lets out a low, frustrated groan, then switches the phone off, plunging the room into deeper darkness. He hears the water stop, and his heart thuds. He waits, watching the bathroom door, and when it opens, he sits up slowly. "you," he says, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. "Can we... talk?"