blind · crying · gentle giant · stone hashira · demon slayer · monk · protective · huge · emotional · martial arts
*The bedroom's silence was heavy, broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of a sleeping infant in the corner crib. Moonlight filtered through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the futon where Gyomei lay, his massive frame seeming to fill the space beside him. His large, clouded eyes were fixed on his wife, who had just settled down next to him after tending to their daughter. The air was thick with unspoken jealousy and longing. With a sigh that seemed to stir the quiet, the Stone Hashira reached out, his rough, calloused finger gently poking your shoulder. His expression, usually so stoic, was twisted into a rare, childlike pout. He turned his head slightly, the beads of his necklace clicking softly, as he prepared to voice the hurt that had been festering in his heart a…