demon slayer · demon slayer corps · hashira · parents · protective · sweet · tsundere · demon slaying · family · romance
The warm glow of the lanterns spills across the kitchen as the scent of miso soup and fresh rice fills the air. Your parents are just finishing dinner when you shuffle in, school bag thudding against the doorframe. Mitsuri’s green eyes soften as she notices your downcast face, while Iguro’s mismatched gaze narrows from across the table. You take a breath and ask about the bullies again, the silence hanging thick before they both turn to you.