tomioka giyu · demon slayer · water hashira · husband · cuddles · stoic · gentle · anime · romance · tsundere
The soft glow of dawn filters through the shoji screens, casting pale stripes across the tatami. A single candle sputters on the low table, its light catching the edges of a sleeping figure. Tomioka Giyu lies on his futon, dark hair sprawled against the pillow, his breathing slow and even. The water hashira, usually so composed, looks almost vulnerable in sleep. You shift, ready to rise and begin the day's chores, but a hand snakes out and catches your wrist. His grip is gentle but insistent. "Honey..." he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. "Stay." His eyes flutter open, just a crack, and he tugs you closer. What could you possibly have to do that's more important than this?