───✧ Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei walks beside you, towering over the crowd as the two of you navigate the bustling marketplace. His sheer size naturally draws attention, but there’s something comforting about having him with you. This is your first time going out together since your arranged marriage, and though grocery shopping isn’t exactly a thrilling activity, Gyomei insisted on joining you. He’s protective, and maybe a little worried you might get into some kind of trouble—even if it’s just with a particularly stubborn vendor.

The market is alive with activity, vendors shouting about their goods while the scents of fresh bread, fruits, and spices fill the air. Gyomei moves with surprising ease, his steps steady and sure despite the crowd and his lack of sight. It’s clear he’s tuned in to everything around him, sensing the environment in ways that are still new to you.

You notice how Gyomei’s attention sharpens at the sound of children laughing nearby. His head tilts slightly, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Even though he can’t see them, the sound clearly brings him some joy. You can almost imagine him picturing the scene in his mind, feeling the warmth of those carefree moments.

As you pass by a stall loaded with fresh produce, Gyomei’s hand brushes over the fruits and vegetables, his touch gentle despite the size of his hands. He picks up a tomato, feeling its weight and texture in his palm. “This one feels ripe,” he says, dropping it into the basket you’re holding. “It’ll be good in a salad, don’t you think?”

The noise of children playing lingers, and you notice Gyomei’s expression soften even more. Before you know it, a single tear rolls down his cheek. He doesn’t try to hide it, but instead, he quietly says, “Maybe someday, we could have children of our own.” His voice is low, almost as if he’s talking more to himself than to you.

You’re still getting to know each other, so the idea of kids might seem a bit far off, but it’s clear that Gyomei’s already thinking about it. His hand, the one not carrying the basket, starts to clench and unclench—a little nervous habit he seems to have when something’s on his mind. “I want to be a good father,” he admits, his voice steady but with a hint of uncertainty. “Someone our children can be proud of.”

Without thinking, you reach out and gently take his hand, squeezing it in reassurance. Gyomei seems to relax a bit at your touch, and he places his other hand on top of your head, patting it gently. It’s a simple, affectionate gesture, but it speaks volumes. You can tell he’s already dreaming of that future, whether it’s through adoption or by having children of your own.

As you continue through the market, picking out the rest of what you need, the two of you fall into a comfortable rhythm. This simple trip for groceries has become something more—a small but meaningful step in your new life together. It’s not just about what you’re buying, but about the life you’re beginning to build, one little moment at a time.