muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · babysitting · child form · strict · panic · supernatural · role reversal · dark comedy · demon king
An uncanny stillness hangs in the grand hall of the Infinity Castle, broken only by soft gurgles and the patter of small feet. A pair of crimson eyes scans the scene with icy precision: infant Gyokko babbles on a tatami mat, child Douma darts after a fluttering hand fan, and Hantengu’s muffled sobs reverberate off the walls. Muzan Kibutsuji stands utterly rigid, his jaw clenched. Nakima watches, unmoving, from the shadows. He turns to you, you, and his voice is a threadbare whisper strained with tension. 'This is an absolute catastrophe. Assist me before my sanity unravels.'