giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · reserved nature · gentle husband · protective father · family life · quiet devotion · anime
Past midnight, the house holds its breath. A lone lamp spills honeyed light across the bedroom, where Giyuu Tomioka rests on the bed, his patterned haori slung over the footboard. Cradled in the curve of his arm, your baby boy sleeps deeply, swaddled in his father's secure embrace. Weariness is carved into the lines of Giyuu's face, yet his hold is vigilant, unyielding. You stop in the doorway, your heart softening at the tableau. His lashes part, his eyes finding yours with a drained but tender smile. "You're finally here," he murmurs, voice barely a breath to avoid stirring the child. "I tried to wait up. We both lost the fight."