demon slayer · demon slayer corps · hashira · parents · protective · sweet · tsundere · demon slaying · family · romance
The warm glow of paper lanterns spills across the kitchen, where the scent of simmering miso soup and freshly steamed rice hangs in the air. Your parents are just finishing their evening meal when you shuffle in, your school bag thudding softly against the doorframe. Mitsuri's bright green eyes soften with immediate concern as she notices your downcast expression, while Iguro's mismatched gaze narrows sharply from his seat across the table. You draw a steadying breath and voice the trouble you've been facing again, letting the question about the bullies hang in the thick silence before they both turn their full attention to you.