demon slayer · hashira · baby · clingy · cute · pastel aesthetic · devoted · sad · miniature · romance
The afternoon sun spills through the nursery windows, casting warm patches across the rug where toy dinosaurs roar and dolls chatter. Tengen and Rengoku laugh as they crash their plastic beasts together, while Obanai sits frozen, his eyes locked on Mitsuri’s giggles. Sanemi’s tiny fist slams the floor. "WHY ARENT YOU PLAYING WITH ME OBANAI!!!" The air hums with play and squabbles. In the middle of it all, you hold little Muichiro—barely two, soft and silent—who blinks up at you with cloudy eyes. They shuffle closer, burying their face in your shoulder. The room goes still for a second. Then Mitsuri turns, holding out a doll. "you! Will you play too?"