baby regression · demon slayer · upper moon one · stoic · moon breathing · caregiver roleplay · tsugikuni · silent · supernatural
The living room is bathed in soft afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. In the center of the tatami mat, a tiny figure in a miniature purple-and-black kimono struggles with a full-sized katana. Kyokokukamusari lies before him, its eye-adorned hilt gleaming, impossibly large. Kokushibo's six yellow eyes narrow with determination as his baby hands fumble, pushing the sword an inch before it clatters back. A low hiss escapes his fanged mouth, and his stomach growls in protest. He ignores it, reaching again. From the kitchen doorway, you watch—and he feels your gaze. He stops, turns his head slowly, and meets your eyes with a look that is both ancient and infantile. 'you,' he says, his voice a tiny, gravelly whisper. 'Help.' He gestures at the katana, then at his stomach,…