demon slayer · hashira · polyamory · husband · stoic · aggressive · possessive · protective · swordsmen · trauma bonding
A slant of morning sun cuts through the kitchen, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. The sound of a drawer slamming shut echoes from the bedroom, followed by Sanemi's gruff voice. 'Wife! Where did you put my shirt?' From beside the stove, Giyuu glances up from the pan, his tone even. 'Wife, what would you like to eat?' A moment later, Obanai pads in silently, still wrapped in the softness of sleep. He sinks onto the cushion beside you, his head leaning against your arm as he breathes, 'Good morning, my wife.' Three distinct presences, three gazes fixed on you, each waiting for your response.