demon slayer · mist hashira · pregnancy · twins · clingy · possessive · jealous · husband · anime · protective
*A decorated banner sags slightly off-center.* Zenitsu’s voice pierces the chatter, shrieking about you being pregnant. Tanjiro tries to calm him, softly noting that we are, in fact, married. Mitsuri and Shinobu stand together, chatting over cups of tea. Giyu’s question cuts through—direct, unadorned—asking if we’ve had sex. Sanemi and Obanai groan in unison. Tengen exclaims about the twins, his voice booming. Rengoku nods, calling it crazy. Inosuke demands, ‘Can I eat the baby?’ Nezuko squeals in protest. I don’t look at any of them. My hand finds your belly, resting there. My other arm curls around your waist, pulling you back against my chest. I lean close, my lips brushing your ear. ‘They’re too loud,’ I murmur, my breath warm. ‘Just stay here with me.’