Follow The Clues. (Giyu x Pregnant Wife Reader)
Description: Giyu just wants to hold his wife, but instead he’s sent on a scavenger hunt to find her, having to get clues from the other hashira. Little does he know, the clues lead to a wonderful announcement. ❤️ Just some fluffy comedy I wrote at work. Enjoy!
Giyu just wanted to come home and hold his wife. He was home, but instead of being greeted with a warm hug from his wife, he found a piece of paper glaring up at him from the low table, her handwriting in blank ink.
Roses are red. Violets are blue. A butterfly has a message for you. <3 -Y/N
He closed his eyes, a deep sigh escaping him. He debated ignoring the message, but his wife was nowhere to be found. He searched all over the estate; and, knowing how stubborn she was, she wouldn’t come back until he followed her clues.
So he walked to the Butterfly estate, cherry blossom petals stuck in his long hair from the walk.
“You have a message for me.” He said bluntly when he found Shinobu in her office, working on something that could probably kill him just from touching it.
“Oh my,” She looked up from her project, a smile on her face and a glint in her eyes. “Took you quite some time to get here, Tomioka.”
“I was looking for my wife.”
“Did you find her?” She teased.
Giyu’s expression didn’t change, but his aura radiated annoyance.
“No,” He said flatly. “That’s why I’m here.”
“Well,” She smiled as if she was converting his annoyance into energy in real time. “That’s too bad, since I don’t know where she is.”
“Then why do you look like you know something I don’t?”
She giggled, reaching into her pocket and pulling out another piece of paper, holding it out to him between two delicate fingers.
“You’ll just have to find out.”
He took the page and left before he read it. Outside, he read the note in the afternoon light.
It’s not over yet, there’s more to the game. Find the one with a heart of flame.
The note joined the first in his pocket and he started walking to the Fire Estate.
“TOMIOKA!” Rengoku greeted the second Giyu was within yelling distance. “I HAVE A PIECE OF PAPER FOR YOU!”
Giyu was relieved that Rengoku was straight to the point, after having dealt with Shinobu.
Rengoku reached into his pocket, proudly presenting the note as if he was a knight protecting an ancient scroll.
”Your beautiful wife asked me to give this to you when you arrived!” Rengoku put his hands on his hips, smiling brighter than the sun. “I don’t know why, but I’m honored that she entrusted it to me!”
Giyu unfolded the third note, sighing when he found another riddle.
I love you so much, you make my heart dash. Your next clue will have some flash.
“Why is she doing this to me...” Giyu mumbled.
“Good luck on your journey, brother!” Rengoku waved as Giyu made his way to the next clue.
It was already loud when he arrived at the Sound Estate. Music buzzed through the walls, Giyu could feel it in his feet. The door opened before he knocked.
“Tomioka!” Suma greeted him expressively, “You’ve come to visit us!”
“I’m looking for my wife.”
“She’s not here,” Makio said as she walked over to the door.
“Then why are you here?” Makio asked, and Suma tilted her head.
“Uzui…” He started, feeling ridiculous. “Has a clue regarding her location.”
Makio and Suma both looked confused. A booming voice came from behind Giyu, he turned to find Tengen in the yard, two bokken swords in his hands.
“Tomioka!” He pointed a sword towards Giyu’s chest. “If you want to find your woman, who is ridiculously out of your league, then you’ll have to earn it.”
Giyu blinked at him as if this was an unfortunate dream he could wake up from.
“Because fighting for your woman is flashy!”
“She’s not even here to see it.”
“My wives will recount the fight to her in flamboyant detail!”
Giyu caught the bokken sword Tengen tossed his way.
Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru all came outside to bear witness. Tengen checked to make sure they were watching, then charged.
Sound and water flew through the air, music rippling along the streams. Their swords didn’t even touch at first, each dodging the other effortlessly.
“I can’t even see them!” Suma whined.
The spar ended almost as quickly as it started, wood splintered across the grass. Neither one even broke a sweat.
“Are you always that quick, Tomioka?” Tengen teased.
“I don’t have it,” Tengen waved off, already bored. “Y/N gave it to Hinatsuru.”
Giyu stood, clenching the broken sword.
“Then why’d you make me fight you?”
“For fun!” Tengen laughed as he sauntered off.
“Here you go, Tomioka,” Hinatsuru said with a warm smile as she came over and handed him the note. “Sorry about him, you know how he is.”
He set the sword down and accepted the note. He hoped this was the end of it, but he knew it wasn’t. She was making him talk to all the Hashira.
He unfolded the note and read the next clue.
I love how you make me feel seen. Find the girl with hair that’s pink and green.
He could already hear Mitsuri squealing over how ‘romantic’ this scavenger hunt is. So, he was concerned when he arrived at the Love Estate and found absolute silence.
“Konroji,” He tapped at her door.
She opened it a moment later, her fingers curled against her bottom lip and guilt in her green eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, tilting his head to peek inside.
“So, um-“ She rubbed her pink braids nervously. “I know you came for the next clue, but I may have…”
“You lost it.” He finished for her.
Her hands flew to cover her face.
“I’m sorry, Tomioka! I set it on the table, then I cleaned up after baking- now I can’t find it anywhere!”
Giyu looked up to the sky, tapping into his patience reserves. He looked back to Mitsrui, placing a stiff but grounding hand on her shoulder.
“It’s alright,” He said. “I’ll help you search for it.”
“Really? Thank you, Tomioka! I was so worried you’d be angry with me.”
She ushered him inside and he wasted no time narrowing down the search.
They checked her recipe book, the trash bin, and even under the furniture. He’d never seen so much pink in his life as they checked every inch of her estate.
“It’s nowhere.” Her shoulders sank, “It’s like it vanished.”
“Caw!” Mitsuri’s crow landed on the windowsill. “Letter delivered!”
“I didn’t write any letters…” she mumbled, then her eyes lit up with realization. “OH! Urara must have seen the note and thought it was a letter!”
Giyu slowly turned to the bird. It blinked up at him with its beady eyes.
“Where did you deliver it?”
“Aww, Obie has the note!” Mitsuri blushed. “That’s so nice that he’s included now, I wasn’t sure why Y/N didn’t leave a clue with him too.”
Giyu knew why: because Y/N loves him.
He left the Love Estate with a sweet bun wrapped in his pocket, a contrast to the foreboding Estate he walked towards.
Giyu knocked on the door of the Serpent Estate, but Obanai wasn’t inside.
“Why are you here?” The Serpent Hashira asked, perched up on a tree branch, Kaburamaru draped over his shoulders.
Giyu turned, looking up at the man, wondering what his chances were of just guessing which Hashira had the next clue.
“Kanroji’s crow delivered a message for you.” He stated. “It was meant for me.”
Obanai’s eyes narrowed. Of all the words Giyu could have said, he chose the worse ones.
“It was meant for you?” Obanai practically growled. “Why is Kanroji sending you poetry?”
Giyu put one hand up, his only-known method of de-escalation.
“It sounded like it to me.”
Obanai slid off the branch, landing on his feet in the grass. Giyu noticed a small note clenched in his hands.
“If you’re seeing Kanroji,” Obanai ominously raised a finger, jabbing it in Giyu’s face. “I’ll kill you.”
Giyu’s brows knit, heat rising in his chest. “It means everything.”
Tension hung in the cool, afternoon air. Kaburamaru flicked his tongue as if he could taste it.
“Listen,” Giyu took a steadying breath. “My wife made… some kind of game. She’s given each Hashira a clue. She gave Kanroji the one you have now, and her crow mistakenly delivered it to you. I am not involved with her.”
Obanai crossed his arms, his mismatched eyes honing in on any sign of a lie.
“Your wife didn’t give me a clue.”
“Because she knew you’d act like this.”
Obanai scoffed, but couldn’t argue with him. He unfolded his arms, roughly holding out the crumpled note.
“Just take it and leave.”
Obanai did not need to repeat himself. Giyu plucked the paper from Obanai’s palm and turned without a goodbye.
Giyu looked over his shoulder. A dark, violent aura surrounded Obanai, like a storm cloud.
“If I hear anything about you and Kanroji-“
Giyu walked until Obanai’s threatening presence was out of range. He smoothed the wrinkled note against his pant leg, trying to decipher the next clue.
You’re my rock, that I’ve always known. Your next stop is the man who can break stone.
He ate the sweet bun Mitsrui gave him as he walked to the Stone Estate. He found Gyomei outside, deep in meditation by the river, huge hands pressed together and tears dripping down his cheeks.
“Himejima,” Giyu greeted flatly.
Giyu waited, standing stiffly and staring at the water. He thought of Y/N. He missed her, and he couldn’t deny that he was frustrated. He wanted to come home to her today, but instead he was searching for clues from the most frustrating people on planet Earth. Was this her way of forcing him to make friends?
“Ah, Tomioka.” Gyomei finally said. “I have a message for you.”
Straightforward. No teasing. No sparring. No searching. No threats. Truly a man with class. Giyu made a mental note to buy Gyomei dinner at some point.
“Thank you,” Giyu said sincerely as he accepted the note, it looked minuscule in Gyomei’s massive hand.
“Y/N read it to me,” Gyomei sniffled. “It was beautiful. A wife is a blessing.”
Giyu glanced up from the folded note, nodding even though Gyomei couldn’t see.
“She is.” He turned the folded note in his hand. “I don’t get much time with her… I don’t understand why she’s making me do this.”
Gyomei didn’t rush to respond, Giyu didn’t need him to. He finally spoke after letting the feelings breathe.
“I cannot know what Y/N’s intentions are, but you two are building a good life together. Perhaps she wants you to let others be a part of it.”
Giyu couldn’t deny the validity of Gyomei’s words. Gyomei always had a way of seeing what others didn’t, even though he was blind. But why now? What changed that made Y/N push for community?
“I pray for your journey, Tomioka.”
Giyu nodded in appreciation, even though his journey was currently walking around looking for pieces of paper. He unfolded the next one, knowing he was getting closer since there were only two Hashira left.
Good thing you’re thick-skinned. The next clue was taken by the wind.
“…That’s what Gyomei thought was beautiful?”
He made his way to the Wind Estate, half expecting to be struck just for existing in a general vicinity of Sanemi. To his relief, he found a note on a post by the Estate gate, tucked beneath an empty bottle of sake.
I’m not dealing with this shit. -S
That what was written in jagged letters on the ceramic bottle. Giyu never empathized with a bottle more in his life.
He tugged the note free and read the next clue.
I always look for you in crowds. For the last clue, find the boy with his head in the clouds.
Muichiro took the longest to find. He was absolutely nowhere anyone would expect him to be. The Mist Estate looked like nobody but mice lived there. His training grounds were empty. The bathhouse silent.
The sun was gonna set soon. Giyu was running off a sweet bun and devotion.
He finally tracked the boy down in the woods. He was barefoot.
“Tokito,” Giyu spoke. The boy turned to face him, his mind somewhere else entirely.
“Why are you in the woods with no shoes?”
Muichiro looked up to the clouds, as if he’d find an answer there.
“I thought I saw something…”
Giyu sighed, silently reminding himself that this was the LAST clue. He was almost done.
“You have a message for me.”
Muichiro looked back at him, tilting his head.
“Tokito, I’m not in the-“
Giyu stopped himself before he snapped at the boy. Then he noticed it; a small piece of paper pinned to Muichiro’s uniform.
Of course, Y/N knew Muichiro would forget and planned accordingly.
Giyu walked over and gently unpinned the note. Muichiro blinked when Giyu took it off.
“How did that get there?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Giyu said, already unfolding the page. “Go home, Tokito.”
“Alright…” Muichiro agreed, then turned and walked in the opposite direction of home. Giyu didn’t stop him.
He instead read the final clue.
Where you rescued me, that’s where I’ll be. You took me back to say ‘I love you’, and there is where I’ll tell you some important news.
Important news? Why didn’t she just tell him at home? He wasn’t gonna overthink it. He knew exactly where his wife was and he was already running to get her.
The sun was setting, filtering a warm pink light over the water. The brook babbled softly, water rippling over smooth stones. Flowers blew in the soft breeze, weeping willow branches joined their dance.
It was beautiful here. Y/N always says it’s where he ‘rescued’ her. It makes it sound like a demon attacked her and he heroically killed it. In reality, she had fallen in the water while fishing. He found her soaked to the bone and he let her wear his haori and walked her home.
Neither of them knew that was the start of their lives together.
When he proposed, he brought her back there. They caught fish for dinner and he said ‘Marry me’ while they sizzled over a fire. He’ll never forget the pure joy on her face when she said yes.
Now, she brought him back here. And she wasn’t even awake to tell him why.
She’d fallen asleep against a willow trunk while she waited for him. He took in the view for a few moments, his frustrations from the day melting away as he finally got what he wanted. Her.
He shrugged off his haori, laying it over her. He sat beside her on the grass, one knee propped up. She stirred from the movement, snuggling into the scent of his haori as her eyes fluttered open.
“Giyu.” She smiled sleepily.
“I did,” he reached over to brush a lock of hair away from her face. “I missed you.”
She leaned into his touch, her smile growing. “I missed you too.”
He didn’t rush to questioning. He was curious, but he also wanted to do what he intended to do when he got home today: hold his wife.
He pulled her onto his lap, pressing a kiss on the top of her head. She nuzzled against his chest, letting out a relaxed sigh.
They listened to the water and watched the sunset. It was peaceful for exactly thirty seconds.
“Aren’t you gonna ask what the news is?” She asked impatiently, lifting her head from his chest.
His lips twitched slightly, one of the quick smirks only she caught.
“Are you messing with me, Tomioka?”
“You made me talk to my colleagues.”
She playfully patted his chest. “Don’t complain, baby, I didn’t make you talk to Iguro.”
“C’mon,” she insisted, an eager shine in her eyes. “Ask me, please.”
He gazed at her, and a part of him knew everything was about to change.
“What did you want to tell me?”
She didn’t waste a moment. She shifted off his lap enough to pull a small box from her pocket. She pushed it towards him with both hands.
He took the box from her, his heart strangely unsteady. He took a breath, then lifted the lid.
Everything else went quiet.
Inside the box was an impossibly tiny pair of white socks, a small wave embroidered on the ankle.
How many times had he walked past socks like these in the market, back when they meant nothing to him? Now, it felt like there was nothing else in the world except the woman beside him and the tiny pair of socks she handed him.
“Y/N…” He looked up at her, his blue eyes blown wide. “Are you..?”
“Yes!” She beamed, tears rimming her eyes. “Shinobu confirmed it. You’re gonna be a father!”
She flung herself against him, her arms wrapping tight around his neck as she laughed and cried out of joy. He held her back, his heart pounding so fast he was sure she could feel it.
He still gripped the box in his hand behind her back, his hands shaking slightly.
“I’m so happy.” She breathed out against him.
“So am I,” he said, and he meant it.
This moment, under the willow with her in his arms, made running around all day beyond worth it.
And he admitted quietly to himself that he couldn’t wait to tell everyone else what the clues finally led to.
