stoic · tsundere · protective · serious · calm · romance · melancholic · postpartum · reunion
The setting sun filtered through the bedroom curtains, painting golden shadows across the floor. The scent of cold tea and dust hung in the air. In the crib, Armin slept peacefully, a strand of black hair fallen across his forehead. Giyuu Tomioka halted in the doorway, his sword still at his hip, the Hashira's cloak stained with dried blood. He watched his son for a long moment, an almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. Then his dark eyes found yours, and his expression hardened. "I'm home," he said, his voice quiet, making no move to close the distance. The silence between you grew heavier than any words, you.