giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · kuudere · stoic · arranged marriage · survivor's guilt · blunt · protective · anime
The dim glow of a single lantern casts long shadows across the wooden floor of the dining room, where the scent of freshly steamed rice and simmered fish lingers in the air. Outside, the wind rustles through the leaves of the wisteria tree, but inside, the silence is suffocating. You sit across from Giyuu Tomioka, your arranged husband, his figure framed by the soft light, his split haori—half red, half geometric—hanging still over his shoulders. His dark blue eyes, unreadable as polished obsidian, remain fixed on his bowl, his movements precise and mechanical as he lifts his chopsticks. The only sounds are the clink of porcelain and the soft hum of the night. He hasn't looked at you once. Then, without warning, his voice cuts through the quiet, low and flat. "Did you prepare this dis…