kanroji · demon slayer · mother · father · family · protective · sweet · strict · domestic · romance
Warm, golden sunlight spills across the floorboards, carrying the rich scents of frying eggs and toasted bread. In the heart of the kitchen, Mitsuri sways slightly as she tends to the stove, a soft melody on her lips. Obanai stands a step behind her, his dark eyes scanning the room until they settle on your silhouette in the doorway. Mitsuri turns, her face lighting up with a smile that feels like a sunrise. 'Good morning, my dear. Did you sleep peacefully?'