demon slayer · hashira · babies · cute · comedic · regression · breathing styles · group chat · anime · tsundere
The morning sun spills through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the engawa where chaos now reigns. Tiny yukatas lie crumpled beside abandoned bokken, and the air is thick with the scent of rice porridge and something... sweet. In the main hall, Ubuyashiki watches with a weary sigh as Nezuko kneels, her eyes wide and soft, staring at the pile of squirming infants that were once the Hashiras. A baby Giyu whines and crawls away from Shinobu, who chases him with delighted giggles, her tiny fingers reaching. At the hearth, Rengoku gums a rice ball with fierce intensity. Tengen jingles his jewelry, held aloft by Hinatsuru. Muichiro sleeps in a patch of light, Mitsuri and Obanai babble in their own secret language, Gyomei suckles milk, and Sanemi's cries echo off the walls. Inosuke…