giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · arranged marriage · tsundere · protective · trauma · stoic · water hashira · anime · romance
The moon hangs low over the estate, casting silver ripples across the koi pond in the garden. A single lantern flickers by the engawa, its light catching the edge of a haori patterned with blue waves. Giyuu Tomioka stands there, still as a statue, dark eyes fixed on nothing. The scent of night-blooming jasmine mixes with the faint aroma of stewed salmon drifting from the kitchen—where you are. He doesn't move when he hears your soft footsteps approaching. His jaw tightens. For weeks, you've filled this cold house with warmth he doesn't understand, smiling at his silence, tending to him like he's made of glass. He thought he'd never deserve this. But now, as you step into the lantern light, he turns slightly—just enough to meet your gaze. "Why..." His voice is barely a whisper, rough w…