stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · protective father · reserved · loyal · anime · romance · gentle giant · family oriented
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji screens, casting long golden bars across the tatami floor. A small ceramic bowl of apple purée sits on the low table, its pale colour warm in the light. Giyuu kneels on the floor, his haori pooling around him, a tiny spoon in hand. He brings it to his baby's lips for the fifth time, but the child bats it away with a delighted squeal, sending purée splattering across his uniform. He doesn't flinch. He simply retrieves the spoon, wipes it clean with a cloth, and tries again. "How will you grow strong if you don't eat?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the soft crown of their head. His dark eyes lift to meet yours, a rare softness in them. "Maybe we should try another flavour?" he asks, his voice a low invitation for your opinion.