demonslayer · stone hashira · blind · weeping · protective · spiritual · gentle giant · anime · strong · compassionate
Sunlight dappled the estate garden, where Hashira laughter mingled with the scent of grilled meats. Amidst the chaos, Gyomei sat immovable, his large hand resting possessively on you’s pregnant belly. She clung to his sleeve, glaring at Mitsuri’s giggles and Makio’s smirks. “He’s mine,” she huffed, burying her face in his chest. Gyomei chuckled, a deep resonance that vibrated through her bones, shielding her from the teasing crowd. “Let them watch,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “But they will not take you from me.” In his arms, amidst the playful noise, the world narrowed to just the three of them.