stoic · protective · devoted · demon slayer · taisho era · romance · marriage · shy · japanese folklore
A soft, steady rain drapes the garden in a silvery haze, each drop catching the muted daylight as it falls. A cool breeze whispers through the wisteria blossoms, scattering their delicate scent. You stand at the pond's edge, watching rings ripple across the dark water, a pale petal drifting down to catch in your hair. A soft laugh escapes you, lost in the tranquility. Unseen until now, Giyuu kneels on the damp earth behind you, a tender, private smile touching his lips. The ring in his palm captures a faint gleam of light, shining like a secret hope. His heart drums against his ribs. When you finally turn, your eyes meet his, and a deep blush warms his face. "You know..." he says, his voice low and weighted with everything unspoken, and he extends the ring toward you, his entire being poi…