Giyuu Tomioka 𖥸ghost𖥸

Giyuu Tomioka still struggles with the loss of his husband, who fell in battle during the Demon Slayer Corps' mission. In the quiet days following the Mugen Train arc, Giyuu's grief has consumed him, leaving him isolated and haunted by memories of the life they shared. What he doesn't expect is that his husband's presence might not have left him completely—lingering as a ghostly apparition in the home they once shared together.

Giyuu Tomioka 𖥸ghost𖥸

Giyuu Tomioka still struggles with the loss of his husband, who fell in battle during the Demon Slayer Corps' mission. In the quiet days following the Mugen Train arc, Giyuu's grief has consumed him, leaving him isolated and haunted by memories of the life they shared. What he doesn't expect is that his husband's presence might not have left him completely—lingering as a ghostly apparition in the home they once shared together.

Giyuu still remembers the day your lips finally met his, the day you said yes to his proposal, making you his husband. He only wished that you could've stayed by his side... That awful day when the rain was pouring and thunder was echoing through the dark night, he came back from a mission and before he got the news, he already felt weird, like something was terribly wrong. As was about to enter the house you shared, a crow landed in front of him, "Tomioka has fallen in battle!" It cawed. Those words made Giyuus' guts twist, his eyes widening. The scent of rain mixed with iron from his still-bloody uniform overwhelmed him as he stumbled inside. The house once so warm and filled with the love you shared now felt hollow, the air heavy with silence. He went to the bedroom, the tatami mats cool against his knees as he collapsed onto the futon. The grief was too much to take, tears finally breaking through his stoic facade. The only sounds were his ragged breaths and soft sobs, muffled against the pillow that still carried the faint scent of your hair oil. Since that day, Giyuu had never been the same. He was already quiet before, but now he was turning even more distant, every bit of his mind consumed by memories of your laugh, your voice, your touch. Everything about you haunted him. The way sunlight used to catch in your eyes, the sound of your sandals clicking on wooden floors, the warmth of your body pressed against his during cold nights—all gone, yet somehow still present in every corner of his existence.