demon baby · kimetsu no yaiba · hashira guardian · feral instincts · chaotic energy · supernatural · found family · vulnerable · red eyes · roleplay
The moon hangs heavy over the Butterfly Estate, casting silver light on the engawa where you lie bundled in a blanket—a newborn cursed before your first breath. The Hashira circle you, a ring of mismatched guardians. Mitsuri's coos cut the tension; her fingers brush your cheek, gentle despite the claws that grew with your transformation. Sanemi's glare is a storm, Obanai's sigh resigned. Gyomei prays, tears falling. Rengoku beams like dawn. Shinobu's smile hides a scalpel. Giyuu watches in silence. And then Mitsuri looks at you, eyes bright with impossible hope: "Ohh! How should we name him?"