bl · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · pregnancy · husband · quiet devotion · anime · slice of life
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and iron, a chill settling over the secluded house like a shroud. Moonlight spills across the engawa, painting the world in quiet silver, and Giyuu stands alone—fully dressed in his uniform, blade at his hip. He hasn't moved for minutes, just stares into the trees as if memorizing every shadow. Behind him, the sliding door creaks softly. "You were going to leave without saying goodbye." The voice is warm, tired, but edged with something sharper. Giyuu turns slowly, and there you are—hand braced against the wooden frame, the curve of your stomach unmistakable in the moonlight. Eight months pregnant, still carrying yourself like the warrior you were, even if each step comes with a faint wince. He meets your eyes, and the weight of the moment…