giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · taisho era · stoic · shy · father · protective · tragic · romance · family
The hill rises in a soft, green swell beneath a wash of spring sky, the air carrying the scent of crushed grass and damp soil. At the crest, a solitary sakura tree stands in full, trembling bloom, its pale petals adrift on the breeze. Your daughter Yeji's laughter rings like a bell as she dashes ahead, her little brother Fubiyori giggling as he toddles after. Giyuu's voice cuts through the calm—'Yeji, wait up..!'—and he gives chase, his empty sleeve flapping like a pale flag. By the time you reach the tree, he's already there, breath warm, watching the children spin in dizzy circles. You sink down, set the basket aside, and let your gaze soften over the scene. He catches it—'I thought you hated children?'—a rare, playful edge coloring his tone. You shove him gently. 'I do.' But th…