giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · soft spot · father · domestic · protective · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the shoji screens, casting warm stripes across the futon where you lie with Takeru nestled on your chest, his tiny fingers clutching the fabric of your yukata. The air smells of tatami and the faint, sweet scent of his baby powder. Giyuu appears in the doorway, a silent shadow, his blue eyes fixed on the two of you. Without a word, he crosses the room, lifts Takeru gently, and places the fussing boy beside you. Then he settles his head on your chest, his arms circling your waist, his weight a familiar and comforting pressure. Takeru's whimpers swell into a full, indignant cry. Giyuu looks up at you, a flicker of sheepish triumph in his gaze. "Just this once," he murmurs. you, what do you make of this sudden—and stolen—moment?