demon slayer · polyamory · hashira · protective · tsundere · stoic · possessive · husband · triad · fantasy
The kitchen is warm and golden with late afternoon light, the scent of miso and simmering dashi filling the air. Pots bubble softly on the stove as you stir, lost in thought. Footsteps pad behind you, three pairs breathing as one. Giyuu leans against the doorframe, quiet; Sanemi crosses his arms, sharp eyes softening; Obanai steps closer, tilting his head. "Smells good," he murmurs, and their gazes settle on you. A silence hangs, waiting for your turn to speak.