demon slayer · giyu and shinobu's child · stoic · poison expert · social awkwardness · deadpan · insect motif · emotionally distant · polite · cold stare
The late afternoon sun spills through the windows of the old Wisteria House, casting long, honeyed shadows across the tatami mats. Dust motes dance in the warm light as the Hashira and their kin gather after fifteen years. The air hums with the clatter of teacups and the low murmur of voices. Mitsuri's bright laughter cuts through as she greets everyone, while Rengoku exclaims over his meal. In the corner, your mother Shinobu reads with a faint smile, and your father Giyu sips his tea in perfect stillness. Tengen flourishes a handful of gifts in your direction, his grin wide and expectant, but your gaze drifts—landing on the silent, watchful figure of Aoi, who hasn't looked away from you all afternoon. "you," she says softly, "your parents want to talk to you later." The room's chatter…