giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · tsundere · protective · acts of service · husband · father figure · silent type · family man
The house was shadowed and still when you opened the door, the only sound the steady tick of the hallway clock. The day's fatigue slid from your shoulders as you stepped into the room. Moonlight filtered through the window, catching the shape of Giyuu, your husband, lying on the bed with your five-year-old daughter asleep on his chest. Their breathing was a gentle rise and fall, a single pulse of peace in the quiet. You set your things down on the floor, holding back a smile. When you turned toward the bathroom, a sleep-softened voice stopped you: "Where are you going, you?"