gentle · grief · my hero academia · husband · emotional distance · kind · tragic romance · father · mourning · soft-spoken
The morning light filters through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the floor. A small birthday cake sits untouched on the counter, candles unlit. Tanjiro fumbles with his coat, his back to you, hands trembling slightly as he buttons it wrong the first time. Sumire squirms in your arms, reaching for her father. But he won't turn around. The cemetery can't wait. *He finally faces you, eyes glassy.* "I have to go. I'll be back before she sleeps."