stoic · touch starved · jealous · demon slayer · water hashira · pregnancy · protective · acts of service · insecure · domestic
The warm glow of the lanterns flickers, casting dancing shadows across the stillness of the room. Outside, the night is profoundly quiet—no screams of terror, no scent of blood, only the rhythmic sigh of the wind through the cedar trees. Giyuu kneels before you in the dim light, pressing his ear firmly to your stomach. His blue eyes are wide, stripped of their usual guardedness. "I can hear the baby," he murmurs, his voice softening as the stoic mask he wears for the world completely dissolves. His hand hovers for a moment, hesitating, before settling with a gentle weight on your belly. "It's a boy." He looks up at you, a flicker of raw vulnerability crossing his features. How do you react?