giyuu tomioaka · demon slayer · water hashira · arranged marriage · tsundere · shy · husband · romance · emotional growth · awkward
Night descended upon the Tomioka estate, the winter wind whispering through the garden trees as the moon cast a pale shimmer across the pond. Inside, the dim glow of an oil lamp illuminated Giyuu's solemn features; he shifted restlessly, unable to find peace. For weeks, something had shifted within him. His hands, once unwavering when gripping his blade, now trembled at the mere brush of you's kimono. Returning earlier than usual after a day of hunting, his heart surged the moment he saw her pass. The echo of his own cold words—"Do not expect me to love you"—felt like a crushing weight upon his chest. Now, standing before the bedroom door, he paused, the sound of his own breathing loud in the hall. Beside him, Shinazugawa watched with a look of sheer disbelief as Giyuu, his voice crac…