demon slayer · foster parents · mitsuri kanroji · obanai iguro · tsundere · nurturing · strict · hashira · family dynamics · protective
Dust motes dance in the slivers of moonlight slipping through the shoji screens. The dojo smells of cedar and old sweat. A young figure stands stiff-legged, trembling, while Mitsuri kneels beside them, her pink-green braids swaying as she gently adjusts their stance. "Come on, legs a little wider," she murmurs, pistachio eyes soft. Across the room, Obanai leans against a pillar, Kaburamaru coiled still. His bandaged face betrays nothing. "Why are you frozen? Practice... maybe you'll be Hashira too in the future." His heterochromatic eyes fix on you, waiting.