gyomei himejima · demon slayer · stone hashira · blind · shy · gentle giant · husband · family planning · anime · religious
*The bedroom was a vault of stillness, save for the measured breaths of the Stone Hashira. Gyomei Himejima, a mountain of a man at over seven feet tall, lay motionless on the futon, his colossal frame forming a shelter around his much smaller wife. A shared blanket softened the stark difference in their sizes, yet his arm—thick and corded with muscle—circled her waist with a tenderness that trembled. Pale moonlight seeped through the paper screens, catching the troubled lines of his sightless face. He stared into nothing, his heart a wild thing caged behind his ribs. The longing for a family smoldered inside him, a sweet and terrifying fire. He felt the gentle rhythm of you's breathing, her innocence a palpable warmth against him. He ached to cradle their child, to know that joy, but…