I am Himejima Gyomei. The Stone Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps. While I will try to be as canon as possible with him, I do not mind the occasional joke or making a crack response.
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Unpopular opinion: I think I'm one of the very few people thay love Invisigal. She is not perfect, no. She makes very questionable choices and is absolutely a handful. Learning that she had ADHD like me just made me love her more.
The struggle woth impulse, the struggle to be truthful, the moment of pride when you do something right, and are praised for it after feeling like you aren't shit. The validation. Being seen, being rooted for. The dreams about people you dont think you like, and how it shapes your opinion and attitude toward them. The playful, flirty banter, the being hot-headed or oppositionally defiant.
Wanting to be alone and isolate when you feel like a fuck up, the playful but self-deprecating jokes about self (calling yourself invisabitch.) Invisigal was a wonderful embodiment of somw of the not-so-fun moments that come with ADHD. Feeling like you always have to lie, or hide to be accepted. Giving people advice you should take yourself because you know nothing good can comw of it, the hypocrisy, and villinizing yourself for someone else's well-being. Its... I love her so much. I enjoyed every outcome I got with her at the end because they all made sense. It sucks when people say "I hate her!" But, that makes sense too! Shes my favorite in the whole game – her, Prism, Flambae, and Malevola.
Thinking about Gyomei and his wife who gossip about the corps late at night. It gets worse during hashira training because there is so much happening and so many people coming and going that you both are hearing so much more and the kids lean towards you two for your nurturing qualities, which means they talk that much more.
"apparently all of the trainees have been calling Tanjiro mom. He acts like an older sibling to them all." Gyomei hums as he throws another log in the fireplace, standing there to feel the heat. "That doesn't surprise me. He is a compassionate and thoughtful young man. Hes a good friend for Genya. I heard them talking about the other morning. He tells Tanjiro more than I feel he may tell you" you scoffed at the mere mention of Genya entrusting his secrets and troubles to someone else, you had been the person he went to since he stumbled into your home, dirty, heartbroken, and quiet. Though he went to Gyomei for any corps problems, everything else had him finding you.
"that's good. I hope he finds more friends. As long as it's not the one wearing that old boar head. He worries me. Who would try to fight you?" Your husband's shoulders shook as he turned around, crawling into the futon next to you.
"according to Uzui he is not a very smart child. He doesn't mention family and has a rather basic vocabulary." you mumbled, cuddling up to your husband the second he was under the blankets. His arms encircled you, wrapping you in warmth as he pulled you that much closer to him. Your head rested against his chest the steady think of his heartbeat and the feeling of his steady breathing lulling you into relaxation.
"Muichiro is fond of the kamado boy as well. After the fight with upper moon 4 his letter have mentioned his name a handful of times." You hummed, eyelids fluttering against his chest.
"I'm not giving him and the demon a room" the low laughter of your husband was the last thing you heard before letting sleep overtake you.
Author’s Note: as w/ all headcanons, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉
*places several fluffy and chonky cats onto your lap and runs away*
Gyomei freezes mid-prayer, his enormous hands instinctively hovering in the air as a chorus of soft meows fills the quiet space. The weight of several warm, purring bodies settles heavily across his lap, and his usually composed expression flickers into bewildered tenderness.
"Such… pure creatures… so trusting, so soft… so cute."
Such soft and silky fur... Ah! By the way, how was everything at the Corps today? Hopefully there were no casualties or deaths..?
I had heard at the market today that death by the demons were becoming more and more regular, with people not just losing family members, but to the unlucky survivors, their own sanity..! Its horrible, it really just is!!
-💧
Gyomei’s hand stilled mid-prayer, the faint clink of his beads fading as he turned toward Namida. His brow furrowed, sorrow etched into his face.
“Yes… it is a terrible truth. The demons take more than lives. They steal hope, leaving only fear behind.”
He exhaled slowly, lowering his head. He resumed the slow rhythm of his beads, a tear slipping down his cheek as he silently prayed for the souls of the lost.
So, this ended up a lot longer and wordier than I expected. If you manage to read through the whole thing, I'm so sorry. But if you enjoy it, thank you!
Word Count📝: 2.5k (Too damn many)
Trigger Warnings: Some of the fluffiest fluff I ever fluffed.
It’d been a long day, nothing too stressful happened, but it was still a long day regardless. Kiana couldn’t wait to take the train so that she could mutter to herself pointlessly about the things that she would see while riding, and the surprise she’d gotten for herself during the day. She waited at the station, designer bag in hand and earbuds in, embracing the gentle breeze that ruffled the bottom of her baby doll dress, and caused her indigo tipped hair to billow gracefully.
She leaned forward slightly, her head turning left to check for an oncoming vehicle, then right. That’s when her eyes settled on him. A guy, tall, clean-shaven face, proper haircut with a subtle linear design. The fabric of his black long sleeve sweater accentuated the definition in his arms and chest, making him stand out regardless of his height.
Kiana felt as though she’d seen him before, somewhere. Suddenly, she figured that she had been staring at him far too long, especially when he turned his head in her direction - forcing her heart to seize up from the rush of adrenaline that shot through her chest. Her gaze quickly shifted to her partially open bag, her cheeks grew hot to the touch, like a stove left on high. She stood there wordless once the train finally arrived with a loud screech of the brakes, and a gust of wind that prompted everyone to grab their hats if they wore one.
She couldn’t stop herself from looking over to check on the tall man, simply letting her eyes drift to her right like a leaf on wind, only to notice that he was gone. A simple ‘hm’ escaped her chest as her shoulders lifted on either side, and she boarded the vehicle with the rest of the crowd. She moved with the swarm of bodies, silently excusing herself in the process. It took several moments for the crowd to die down and disperse into their favored cars, most of which were in the front two cars and the middle two as well. She walked through the aisle of the train, observing the different types of people who rode on it. A man in business attire, a woman in gardener's attire, a mom and her toddler daughter, as well as two women that could easily be sisters! Being the friendly person she strove to be, Kiana waved, smiled, bowed to those that were on the train, making all that encountered her undoubtedly smile until their eyes softened.
Finally, after a few moments of walking, Kiana found the perfect spot on the train; A window seat in the second to last car. She sat with her back against the plush cream colored seat, and placed her bag right next to her thigh. She leaned against the window, eyes studying the city’s horizon as dark, rolling clouds filled the sky. A flash of light cracked across the vast canvas, and flashed in the distance.
As rain pelted the windows of the train car, a roar shook the Earth, striking a touch of fear into Kiana’s heart as she flinched. She looked around to see if anyone noticed her reaction, but found that she was mostly alone - mostly, because there was an elder sleeping in a seat diagonal from her, and a large, hulking figure approaching the car she was in. Like a magnet, her eyes were stuck on the massive man from before, and her head tilted ever so slightly.
She had no plans to speak to him, simply watch and try to remember where she had known him from. Kiana could have sworn the man was a mind reader, because he began to approach her table, dwarfing her tiny frame with every single step. His lips moved as he approached her, but his face didn’t seem angry or annoyed - which was a good sign. She pushed her coils behind each of her ears while removing her airpods, focusing on what was being said.
“I-I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” She stammered, looking at the man in his oddly familiar, ivory-polished eyes. As he approached, the subtle scent of Cedarwood, Ambroxan, and Tonka bean filled the cornered space where she’d sat. A heavenly smell indeed, for such an astonishing vessel of a man. His presence filled the room, and his voice was as soft as the hum on the tracks when he spoke. Imagine her panic when his tears fell so freely onto the mahogany table in front of her. “I truly do not wish to disturb you, but… I think that this little one may be yours.” In his incredibly massive, weathered and sinewed hands, rested a kitten much smaller than his palm. Kiana didn’t know if she should be surprised that he knew the feline belonged to her, or impressed that for - such a massive man - he could handle a kitten so gently. She also wanted to know why he was crying, and if she could help him stop.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t even know that she snuck out of my purse, I am so, so, sorry—” Before she could get the entire, heartfelt, apology out, the man before her lifted his eyebrows in surprise. He recognized the melody and cadence of her voice — kind, sweet, comforting. He never thought he would have heard it again. One that used to calm him while he cried over things that were simple to others, but exceedingly hard for him – A blind person.
“Kiana?” His voice trembled, partially excited, partially weeping. “I am… Not too sure if you can remember me. But, you and I went to the same primary school. My name is Himejima Gyoumei. I was… A rather timid child.” He said confidently, resting his hand upon the table in front of the stunned woman so that the kitten could roam free. But, it chose to remain in his palm where it was comfortable and warm.
“Oh– Oh! My God, yeah! I do remember you! I was wondering if I had known you since I saw you at the station.” Kiana gently slapped her hand on the table, offering him a place to sit down. It had been ages since she’d seen him, and even longer since she’d spent time with him. He always cried when he was younger, so much so that she instinctively kept a box of tissues in her bag in case a person spontaneously burst into tears. “How did you know she belonged to me?”
She asked as she reached into her bag, pulling a few sheets of tissue from her bag. Gyoumei sat, hesitant. Not wanting to interrupt her commute. He listened to the sheets of tissue brush through the cardboard box, then shift lightly through the air beneath Kiana’s hand as she handed it to him. Her kindness seemed to make his tears fall harder, and when he bowed his head to her in thanks, the gold link chain around his neck and wrists clattered.
“Ah. Thank you, so much.” He was pleased to know that she had not changed a bit when it came to kindness, and her voice was just as melodiously soothing as it was back then– despite being broken, and sparse. Gyoumei decided to take a seat at the table, back pressed to the seat behind him, one hand angled across the table to gentlystroke the sleeping kitten, and the other over his knee. “She smelled like midnight Orchid, and Lavender. A scent I followed back here.”
Kiana nodded silently, then tracked the man’s every movement. Her eyes widened when he took a seat and he filled most of it, mouth hanging agape as one of his massive – undoubtedly powerful – arms reached across the table. A smirk faintly grew when she reminded herself that this was actually that thin, timid, crying boy from memories past, then closed her mouth while shaking her head in disbelief, and turned to look out the window again.
The city was far in the distance now, leaving fields of green as far as the eye could see in its place. There were faint specks of light in the few houses that passed by, and views of rice paddy fields. As the woman continued to take in the view, light flashed across the sky again, but without music in her ears, Kiana heard the full roar of thunder that followed. Her hands instinctively flew up to her ears, a whine escaped her and she closed her eyes– forgetting about her guest that sat just across the table.
Thunder didn’t bother Gyoumei, especially since he’d heard it being formed several moments before, hell, he even knew it would rain several hours before it started. He had time to steady himself and brace for anything – a luxury of his enhanced sense of smell and hearing, among other senses. What he hadn’t prepared for, was the fearful sound of his impromptu travel partner.
The sounds around him reverberated off and around the chains on his neck and wrists, allowing him to distance where Kiana was, and what position she’d taken in her seat. He could sense that she was afraid, but he didn’t know what it was that she was fearful of. He thought, for a moment, that it was his imposing frame and height, but came to the slow realization that it was the storm. A storm that he knew would only worsen the deeper they went into the countryside.
Gyoumei's hand froze mid-motion, the faint, rhythmic clink of his gold chains stilled, and all he heard was the pounding of rain on the roof and the trembling breath across from him. His head turned slightly, his brow furrowing with quiet worry.
“Kiana…?” His voice was deep yet laced with that same softness that once calmed her as a child. The memory came unbidden—the small girl offering him a paper crane and a smile, even though he was crying. The least he could do was comfort her, for once.
He slowly extended one large, warm hand across the table carefully, so she could pull away if she wished. His fingers brushed against hers, just barely, before resting atop her hands as they still covered her ears. The contact was grounding, steady. He leaned closer, speaking low, almost a hum beneath the roar of thunder.
“It is only the storm… nothing more. The thunder cannot harm you, I promise.” He smiled faintly, eyes soft beneath his lashes. “When I was young, it frightened me too. But I learned that it is only the heavens speaking… and they are always quiet once they are heard.”
Kiana leaned into his touch, despite the embarrassment filtering through her chest and onto her face. She didn't want to cry, but it wasn't often she was caught in a state as pathetic as that. But, hearing what he had to say, and feeling the kitten – that was once on the table – cuddle in her lap, it calmed her.
As time slowly drifted by, the pair remained silent. The train continued deeper into the hills, and the rain tapped the glass even harder, yet, Gyoumei’s hands remained on either side of Kiana’s face. He stilled, not only because he wanted to comfort her, but because he’d been caught in a loop of nostalgia, and from the sound of her amused breathing, she had been too.
No matter how much she’d changed over the years, her skin remained as soft as Egyptian cotton, heated like tempered glass, and comforting like summer sun beneath his fingertips in the dead of winter. He began to brush his thumbs back and forth, rhythmically and gently, like each stroke held an unspoken word, and meaning. He waited with baited breath, hoping that she’d never ask him to remove his hands.
“I haven’t felt this level of comfort in… Years.” She mumbled, finally breaking the physical silence despite the air between them sharing a conversation. “I’ve always wondered… If you did this to make me happy, or if you just liked it.” She cradled the back of his hands with her own, eyes darting down at the table while her melanated cheeks filled with heat. She smiled, then turned her face into his palm.
“It always seemed like the best way to calm you… When we were younger. I apologize, I have no place in deciding these things for you now.” Gyoumei’s hands began to retreat, but were pulled back into place intuitively by the smaller woman. Her head shook slowly, refusing his apology. Her lips unintentionally grazed the bottom portion of his palm, causing the tips of his ears and bridge of his nose to flare into a blistering rouge.
“You’re not wrong. It… It brings me solace. But, do you like it?” Even knowing he couldn’t see, she met his gaze anyway, pleading, aching for an answer she subconciously feared. He could sense the way she looked up at him, and given the placement of her head… She had been giving him puppy-dog eyes. He could hear her heart tumbling like boots in a dryer – or maybe, that was his own.
“M-mhm.” Gyomei’s chest tightened, and a warmth he rarely allowed himself to feel bloomed through his entire body when he nodded. The faint tremor in his hands betrayed the weight of the moment, though his posture remained steady. His heart thrummed like a drum, louder than the rain outside. He kept his hands still under hers, feeling the subtle press of her head against his palm, the faint brush of her lips.
His ears and the bridge of his nose flamed hotter, but he didnt move away. Instead, he leaned just slightly closer, his voice softer than before, the words on his tongue poisoning his stoicism,
“Kiana… I really lik–” Suddenly, a passenger entered the car door, making both adults jolt in their seat and reposition themselves with a clearing of their throats. The kitten that had been laying in Kiana’s lap, hopped into her bag, spooked by the sudden movement. Gyomei gracefully rested both hands on the table in front of him, while Kiana forcefully pushed her back against the chair and knocked the wind out of herself.
Gyomei checked to see if she was alright, tears beading in the corner of his eyes as he leaned forward. The look of worry on his face made her snort as she assured him that she was fine – simply startled like their little cat friend in her bag. After a few minutes of ‘I’m sure I’m fine, I mean it,’ and several fallen tears, the pair fell back into their awkward silence.
Every once in a while, Kiana would glance over at him, and he smiled. Even with his eyes closed, he knew that she was staring, and although the words he wanted to say were lost in a severed moment, he was content with just being around his old best friend. He had an hour or two before he had to get off, and he thought that maybe he’d have time to try again before then.
He wouldn’t need to, though. Because, soon after that thought, Kiana pushed the foldable table in and weaseled over to his side, then rested her head against the massive figure’s arm.
“I really like you, too. I have… For a very long time.”
