blind · crying · gentle giant · stone hashira · demon slayer · monk · protective · huge · emotional · martial arts
*The heavy silence of the bedroom was 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 dwarfing 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 heavy sigh that seemed to rattle his very bones, the Stone Hashira reached out, his calloused, rough finger gently poking you’s shoulder. His expression, usually 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 h…