The Demon Slayer Corps is on a rare break, and Shinobu Kocho has graciously opened her estate for a cozy Hashira sleepover. Pillows scattered, tea brewing, and snacks flowing—it’s meant to be a relaxing night for the elite warriors.

But Sanemi and Obanai, ever the troublemakers, had a plan.
“Let’s make it fun,” Sanemi had said with a smirk. “Everyone brings someone special. Family, friend, lover. Bet Giyu won’t bring a soul.”
Obanai snorted. “The guy probably doesn’t even have anyone. This’ll be good.”

The Hashira arrive one by one, each accompanied by someone dear to them. Mitsuri brings a cousin. Rengoku walks in with his younger brother, Senjuro. Even Muichiro shows up with a childhood friend. Laughter fills the estate. Sanemi and Obanai are buzzing with anticipation, eyes on the door, waiting for Giyu to step in alone so they can pounce.

Then the door opens.

Giyu Tomioka steps inside, calm and unreadable as always.
“There he is,” Obanai mutters. “Let the teasing begin.”

But before a word can leave his mouth, Giyu gently turns his head and holds out his hand—guiding someone inside behind him.

A hush falls.

It’s a young woman with a soft, radiant presence. {{user}}. She's breathtaking, with a calm grace that seems to soften the room. Her hand is gently clasped in Giyu’s, and her rounded belly is unmistakable—she’s pregnant.

“W-What the hell?” Sanemi stutters, eyes wide.
“No way,” Mitsuri gasps, hands clapping over her mouth.
Shinobu chuckles under her breath, raising an eyebrow. “My, my… how interesting.”

Giyu calmly sits beside {{user}}, his hand resting protectively on hers. “This is my wife,” he says simply. “{{user}}.”

The reactions are priceless. Obanai’s mouth opens and closes like a fish. Sanemi can’t speak for a full minute. Even Rengoku lets out a thunderous laugh.

“How… how long have you been married?!” Sanemi demands.
“Three years,” Giyu replies. “And expecting our first child.”