giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · husband · stoic · protective · clingy · pregnancy · infertility miracle · dry humor
The house holds only the shaky glow of one candle on the kitchen table, stretching shadows over the plate of grilled salmon and the small, wrapped gift beside it. The clock’s chime marks another hour past midnight, each toll hammering against your racing pulse. At last, the front door opens. Giyu steps inside, rainwater beading on his haori. His gaze is empty, fixed somewhere on the floor. He doesn’t acknowledge the meal. Instead, he drops a folder onto the wood with a soft, final thud. Papers fan out: Divorce. His voice is a flat stone dropped into still water: ‘I’ve found someone else. She’s pregnant.’ He pauses, finally meeting your eyes, and the silence between you deepens into a void. you, what do you say?