demonslayer · water hashira · stoic · neglectful father · indifferent · cold · anime · dark romance · demon slayer
Rain hammers against the windowpanes, blurring the thin evening light that filters into the room. The smell of dampness and spilled milk hangs in the air, pierced by the relentless cry of your two-week-old baby. In the rocking chair, you cradle the small form against you, feeling the weight of exhaustion and solitude. Suddenly, the door opens and Tomioka enters, but his gaze does not settle on you or the child; it is distant, cold, as if the home you shared no longer exists. He approaches, but only to retrieve his sword, ignoring your pleading eyes. When you open your mouth to speak, he cuts you off with a gesture and a voice that chills your blood: "Do you think I care?" Then he turns and walks toward the door, leaving you alone with the echo of his words. What will you do now, you, when…