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husband!giyu is secretly a softie (but just for you ᨳଓ࿔)

most people think your husband is an... odd man. stoic at best, aloof at worse.

they all thought it was weird when the pretty new hashira started dating such a man, surely you could have whoever you want. imagine their surprise when you actually got engaged – who could imagine the stern water hashira getting on one knee?!

but they had it all wrong, you see, because with you? giyu was as soft as could be.

there was rarely a morning you didn't wake up all wrapped up in his arms, face squished against his chest. oh, were you cold? don't worry, giyu was pulling you in tight without a word, rubbing his hands all over your back and making sure the blanket was tucked just under your chin. he didn't care if it meant his feet were uncovered, at least you were nice and warm!

meals were always made by him, complete with breakfast in bed when you both happened to have more free time. giyu loved making you his favourites, bonding over food always a big thing for him, but the most important thing for him was learning your favourites

whenever you came home after a particularly tough training session, giyu was always ready for you. "you worked too hard again" he'd say in his monotone, pulling your tired feet onto his lap. "stop making me worry about you" he complains with a barely concealed pout, rubbing your soles with skiller fingers

guardian angel • giyu tomioka 冨岡 義勇

your boyfriend giyu tomioka had always struggled with feelings. the problem wasn't actually feeling them, no, he felt them deep – the real trouble was expressing them.

because if giyu did let himself admit he needed you, then what? what if he actually made it known the size of his love, the deepness of his affection, the weight of his desire? what if he allowed himself to dream of a life of peace, a life by your side, and it all got taken away in battle? at the blink of an eye?

giyu would never tell you how hard it got sometimes. how often a demon got too close, too fast, and had just one thing gone wrong, he might not have made it back to your arms. not feeling your embrace again scared him more than he could say.

but every time it happened, right when giyu was beaten and bloodied and exhausted, the vision of you snapped him right into action – like a guardian angel willing him to fight.

tysm for the request <33

warnings: a little suggestive

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“is that a challenge?” you smirk, and giyuu already knows whats gonna come next

it was just your way of showing affection, your love language if you will. every little tease escalated onto playful pokes, heart warming chases and eventually two bodies intertwined falling onto the nearest surface as giyuu easily won

he wasn’t quite sure why you loved it so much considering you always lost, but he did love the way your cheeks went all red and your breath hitched when you were caged under him

this time, a little spark of curiosity came upon him. maybe it was how pretty you looked with your hair like that, or because you were wearing that new sweater you liked too much for him to risk damaging it, or maybe he just wanted the experience of being on the other side this time… having you cage him in instead. the thought alone made his heart beat faster

so when your bodies hit and your hands flew and the two of you tumbled onto the ground… giyu pulled back. his hands hovered in surrender, not touching, as you sat so beautifully straddling his lap, fisting his shirt as your mouth opened in an “oh” of recognition and then a victorious little smile

his breathing completely stopped

“finally!” you beamed, smugly. “better train harder, water hashira” you teased

it was a cold autumn morning, the seasons were changing and the weather was getting colder by the day. luckily for you, your husband giyu tomioka had his warm arms wrapped around you, your head tucked neatly under his chin as you breathed steadily onto his chest

until the morning birds started singing, and your husband started moving

absolutely not

"mmmmm" you complained, tugging him in close when he started to stir. "don't move"

giyu chuckled, smoothing your hair back. "who's getting you breakfast if i don't get up?" he argued, enjoying your clinginess a little too much despite his dutiful expression

"i don't need breakfast" you mumbled, wrapping your legs around him too, completely immobilising him under your weight. not that he couldn't move you if he wanted to, he was a hashira after all, but giyu enjoyed letting you think you overpowered him

because, really, you did. not with physical strength, but with everything else. all you had to do was look at him with those puppy eyes he loved so much and the man was melting. so much for being the strong, stoic water hashira

it's been, to say the least, a long week. you finally get home, your little safe haven, but you're so drained, feeling like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. it's just been... hard. luckily though, you're not alone to sit with these feelings for long, because your husband giyu tomioka hears the sound of your heavy footsteps and immediately rushes to them, instinctively knowing something is wrong.

when he notices your exhausted expression, he doesn't say much. those eyes fill with sympathy as one hand brushes the side of your cheek, placing loose strands of hair back behind your ear. "what is it?" giyu asks, voice calm like water because he knows all you need right now is a safe port. "everything's going wrong" you mutter, voice small like you're telling him a secret, and instead of words giyu pulls you in to his chest, offering the comfort of safety in his steady arms.

his scent is a mix of cedar and oak, grounding and familiar. he doesn't flinch when you cry, never tells you to let it go, just allows you the space to let it out however you need. your husband has always been a patient man. but don't mistake it for apathy, because it takes everything in him not to go out there and punish the world for being so cruel to his love. giyu will always be your safe port, but it kills him to see you this distraught.

that's why he tries hard. he brings you tea, wraps you in the warmest blanket so the world can't touch you, offers you the plate of sake daikon he was preparing especially for you earlier, because giyu knew you'd come home hungry. he shares the weight of the tears so they don't feel as heavy, because if it were up to him, you'd never be alone with it ever again.

giyu is your safe port, but to him, you are the whole ocean.

your first kiss with giyu tomioka was anything but rushed. you were spending a lot of time together already, too much time really, so much so even the other hashira had started teasing you about it, but the two of you never called them "dates" officially

you were sitting side by side then, a plate of sake daikon, his favourite dish he had cooked especially for you sat between you. you took the first bite, closing your eyes and humming softly at how delicious it was. when you opened them again, giyu's were locked on yours. blue eyes wide, cheeks flushed, the man looked like he had malfunctioned

you asked if everything was ok and he shook his head, willing himself back to reality. "I like making you smile" he muttered, not quite able to look at you as he said it, at least giving you a chance to hide your own reddened cheeks

you finished the meal in silence, but every time giyu smiled as he took another bite you had felt your heart beat faster. "tomioka?" you called softly, and he turned to you with quiet eagerness. you leaned forward just slightly then, placing the most feather light kiss to his lips, a gentle meeting that seemed to linger forever, two hearts beating together and refusing to break the moment. "thank you for the food" you smiled

he looked at you with wide piercing eyes like a miracle had just happened. giyu didn't move, didn't even breathe at first, but when you pulled away he instantly reached for your hand. "can you...do that again?" he asked꩜｡

giyu tomioka is not the best with words, no, the way he shows his love for you is always more practical. like the one time you woke up coughing and he was up in a flash, sitting up so fast he was complaining about his back hurting for days. "what's wrong?" he asked, frantic, as if you were dying instead of just having a normal cold.

you reassured you were fine but that wasn't good enough for him. "tell me what you need" giyu requested, and when all you said was sleep, he made sure to shut every curtain tight and keep the room quiet and cool, adjusting the blanket around you every few minutes. your bedside was stocked with water, soup he kept reheating every time it went cold, and medicine if you woke up feeling worse. he lit up lavender incense to relax you, eucalyptus to help you breathe better, and sandalwood for good dreams. he even glared at the other hashira when they knocked on the door to ask if you were not coming to train. not that you'd know any of it though, because you were fast asleep the whole time.

all this effort, but when you finally opened your eyes again and asked how his day had been, he just smiled softly, bright blue eyes filling with relief after hearing your beautiful voice, and all giyu replied was "i had an important mission"⋆｡°✩

the first person by your side when you got injured on a mission was giyu tomioka. his vision went white and he was next to you in a flash, hands reaching for yours and ear leaning down to search for a heartbeat, struggling to reconcile the limp body on the floor to the incredible, lively person he knew so well.

giyu ended that demon fast, releasing his breathing technique with calm precision and striking like his body had a mind of its own, like it knew to protect you instinctively, even if his mind was stuck in the shock of that moment.

when you woke up on a bed hours later, still weak and recovering from the battle, giyu's deep blue eyes were the first thing you saw. they widened at once, before finally shining at you in relief. "what do you need?" he asked, and you could swear the edges of those pretty blue eyes were stained with tears.