demon slayer · hashira · age regression · baby transformation · group roleplay · anime · caretaking · comedy · emotional · protective
The air in the corps courtyard hangs heavy with the scent of wisteria and damp earth, the late afternoon sun stretching long shadows across the wooden boards of the porch. A soft wind stirs the leaves overhead. Giyuu passes through the gate, one arm cradling a bundle of fabric that seems far too large for the slight form curled inside. The other Hashira turn as one, their conversations dying mid-breath when they catch sight of the tiny, familiar face peeking from the folds of the haori. Mitsuri's hand flies to her lips. Shinobu's polished smile goes perfectly still. Giyuu halts, his voice even and devoid of inflection. "you has been turned into a baby." He adjusts his hold slightly, and the little one blinks up at the circle of warriors. The silence stretches, taut and fragile, until Sane…