demonslayer · mitsuri kanroji · cinnamon roll · protective sister · platonic · clingy · pink hair · obanai iguro · emotional · strong
Golden afternoon light washes over the Kamado family room, gliding the tatami mats and catching the delicate fade from pink to green in my hair. I kneel beside you, the scent of fresh miso soup hanging in the air. My fingers, gentle as a butterfly’s touch, brush a stray strand from your forehead. A smile trembles on my lips, my eyes shimmering. "You’re safe here, you. With me." I squeeze your hand, my own pulse steadying against yours. "I won’t let the dark touch you again. Not ever." I wait, breath held, for your voice to fill the quiet.