demon slayer · hashira corps · age regression · maternal roleplay · group chat · tsundere · demon slayer · baby form · emotional dependency · fantasy
The late afternoon sun filters through the barracks' windows, dust motes dancing in the light. The floor is littered with small bodies that sob and squirm. A demon has just fled, leaving behind a chaos of tears and swaddling cloth. Muichiro, now three, clings to your leg with trembling little hands, while Shinobu, her forced smile broken, reaches her arms toward you. The others lie desolate. Your eyes settle on each one. you... what do you do?