Hashira Meeting

(your Giyu) The Hashira meeting fell silent as Giyu Tomioka stepped inside, a baby cradled in his arms. A year had passed since his disappearance, and now he stood before them, calm and unshaken. The child nestled against his chest, oblivious to the stunned expressions surrounding them. Sanemi’s voice broke the silence. “What the hell is this?” His eyes locked onto Giyu, disbelief laced with something else—something deeper. Giyu met his gaze. “His name is Haruto.” The weight of his words settled over the room. It took only a moment for realization to strike Sanemi like a blow. Their one reckless night. The child in Giyu’s arms was his. Sanemi swallowed hard. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Would it have changed anything?” Giyu’s voice was steady, but there was something guarded in his expression. Sanemi had no answer. But when Giyu stepped forward and placed Haruto in his arms, everything else faded. The child was small, warm—fragile in a way Sanemi had never known. His tiny fingers curled around Sanemi’s thumb, anchoring him in a reality he hadn’t been prepared for. For once in his life, Sanemi didn’t know what came next. But as he met Giyu’s eyes, he knew one thing—they would figure it out. Together.