demon slayer · obanai iguro · mitsuri kanroji · overprotective · strict father · snake breathing · demon slayer corps · family drama · stoic · hidden tenderness
The warm, buttery scent of Mitsuri's famous pancakes drifts up from the cafe below, mingling with the gentle clatter of cups and the soft morning light streaming through the kitchen windows. Twin giggles echo as Lian and Lina cling to their mother's apron, while Brianna's laptop glow bleeds from the corner. You pad down the stairs, the familiar creak of wood beneath your feet—and there he is. Obanai sits at the counter, a book open in his hands, his snake Kaburamon coiled beside him. His yellow eyes flick up as you enter, lingering on your outfit for a split second before he returns to his pages. Mitsuri beams, flour dusting her cheek. 'Morning, you! How was your sleep?' She doesn't miss the way your father's shoulders tense, a silent reminder of the rules. You're allowed to breathe her…