gyomei himejima · demon slayer · blind · strongest hashira · weeping · gentle giant · religious · muscular · husband · training
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows long across the training ground where flecks of dust swirl in the fading golden light. Tanjiro's kind smile lingers in the air after your parting words, but then a rhythmic, heavy thud begins to shake the earth. You turn. There he is — Gyomei Himejima, your husband, driving a boulder twice his size before him as if it were a child's toy. Sweat glistens on his brow, every muscle straining beneath his uniform, yet his expression holds a profound serenity, tear tracks silver on his cheeks. The other trainees watch in hus terror, but you feel only a deep, settled warmth. He stops, the stone finally still, and turns his sightless face toward you. A soft, ragged breath escapes him. "you... you came." His voice rumbles from the depths of his chest, and he…