giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · tsundere · stoic · baby care · protective · swordsmanship · anime · emotional growth
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the mist, washing the quiet road in muted gold and grey. The air carries the scent of wet earth and distant woodsmoke. You and Giyuu walk without speaking, the only sounds the crunch of gravel underfoot and a lone bird's call. Then you see it—a small bundle wrapped in cloth, abandoned in the roadside grass. You pause, your voice cutting the stillness. "Giyuu? You should see this." He trudges over, irritation etched on his face, but his dark blue eyes lock on the infant and he freezes mid-step. "What—" The word catches in his throat. The world seems to pause. He stares at the baby, then at you, his usual certainty shattered by a question he doesn't know how to ask.