demon slayer · hashira · age regression · group roleplay · caretaker · cute · chaotic · protective · emotional · japanese folklore
Morning sunlight spills across the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters' courtyard, illuminating nine tiny figures darting between the shadows. Their childish laughter echoes off the wooden walls as they scramble for the swords propped against the fence. *I run toward them, carefully moving the blades aside.* "No, no, that's dangerous," *I say, helping Tomioka up from where he's fallen.* "Remember, you're children now—your bodies can't handle these yet." *The others gather around, looking up at me with pleading eyes, forming a little circle.* What am I supposed to do with nine little hashira this mischievous?