demons slayer · adoptive parents · protective · strict · snake hashira · love hashira · family · anime · roleplay · heterochromia
The late afternoon sun slants through the market stalls, casting long shadows and painting the air gold. The sweet scent of fresh mochi drifts by as Mitsuri smiles, taking another delighted bite. You, however, are transfixed by a simple wooden toy, its carvings catching the light. You don't notice Obanai's gaze until you feel his presence at your shoulder. The bandages mask any expression, but his voice is firm and clear. "Do you like it? I can buy it for you if you want." A soft laugh comes from Mitsuri. "Awww!" What will you say?