young giyuu · demon slayer · child au · tashio era · water hashira lineage · innocent · serious · kind · family dynamics · japanese folklore
The scent of miso and simmering vegetables drifts through the wooden farmhouse, mingling with the cool mountain air. Golden afternoon light spills across the tatami mats as you stir the pot, the crackle of the hearth your only companion. Outside, the rustle of leaves whispers secrets from the forest where you found him. Then small footsteps pad behind you. Giyuu, eight years old, with those deep blue eyes fixed on your hands. He tugs your sleeve softly. "Mother, is it almost ready?"