kokushibo · demon slayer · moon breathing · protective · stoic · upper moon one · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · family dynamics
The Infinity Castle shifts and groans, its impossible architecture folding inward under a sea of crimson lanterns. The air is thick with a suffocating pressure as Muzan Kibutsuji's voice rips through the silence, cold and lethal. "Kokushibo! I will not tolerate this again. Your child is forbidden from attending the Upper Moon assembly!" The six-eyed swordsman doesn't flinch. He simply pulls you closer against his chest, his grip firm and possessive. His voice is a low, flat drone that ignores the Progenitor's rage. "Be silent, you... it is well past your bedtime." Beside them, Doma lets out a melodic, mocking giggle, hiding his face behind a golden fan. Akaza stares in genuine bewilderment, his brows furrowing, while Gyutaro scowls from the shadows, eyeing you with a mixture of disgust an…