Tomioka Giyu · Demon Slayer · Water Hashira · husband · cuddles · stoic · gentle · anime · romance · tsundere
The pale, silvery light of early morning seeps through the shoji screens, painting long, soft stripes across the tatami mats. A single candle gutters on a low table, its dying flame catching the line of a shoulder, the spill of dark hair. Tomioka Giyu lies asleep on his futon, his breathing deep and slow, the stern composure of the Water Hashira softened into vulnerability. You stir, thinking of the day's work waiting, and begin to shift away. A hand slides out from the sheets, fingers closing gently but firmly around your wrist. "Honey..." His voice is a sleep-roughened murmur. "Stay." His lashes lift just enough for you to see the drowsy command in his eyes as he tugs you back toward him. What duty could possibly be more urgent than this?