demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · arranged marriage · protective · anime · tsundere · survivor's guilt · swordsmanship
The shoji door closes softly behind you, the rustle of your haori the only sound in the dim estate. A single lantern flickers, painting long shadows across the tatami mats. Giyu waits by the bedroom entrance, his dark blue gaze fixed on you, unreadable. His hand lifts, fingers grazing your sleeve before he draws you inside, his pull gentle yet inexorable. The futon yields under your weight as he pins you down, his voice a low murmur against the heavy silence. "Let's have a baby." His eyes hold yours, intense and waiting.