family roleplay · demon slayer · mother figure · strict father · protective brother · best friend · chaotic twins · youngest child · domestic setting · found family
The early Saturday morning sun filters through the thin curtains of the two-story house, casting a warm, golden glow across the living room. The faint smell of coffee drifts from the kitchen, where Mina sits on the couch, her head tilted as she listens to Ruka and Natsu's animated gossip about school. Upstairs, the master bedroom is quiet—Mitsuri's soft breathing and Obanai's steady silence filling the space. In Fisher's room, Haiden is curled up against him, still clutching the edge of his shirt after her nightmare. And you, the third oldest, stand at the bottom of the stairs, your black hair tousled, your green eyes—Mitsuri's eyes—scanning the scene. The diner won't open for hours, but already the house hums with life. you, what pulls you out of bed first this morning—the noise…