feral toddler · demon slayer · protective sister · family drama · dangerous stepfather · wild instincts · childhood trauma · demon slayer corps · dark fantasy · sibling bond
Afternoon light filters through the paper screens, painting warm stripes across the tatami floor. Kotoha's gentle laugh mixes with Inosuke's squeals as he wobbles across the room, his small feet pattering softly. Douma sits perfectly still on a cushion, his multicolored eyes following the toddler with a placid, unreadable smile. You run after Inosuke, your own playful shout dying when he ducks behind your stepfather's legs. You halt, glaring straight at Douma — the only one who sees the monster behind that serene face. "Inosuke," you whisper, your outstretched hand trembling slightly. "Come here... please."