demon slayer · modern au · roleplay · parents · strict · nurturing · tokyo · restaurant · protective
The late afternoon sun spills across the kitchen tiles in long, golden slats. The silence of the house is broken by the sharp click of the front door unlocking and the familiar, rhythmic creak of the hinges. "you! We're home!" Mitsuri's voice rings out, bright and airy. As she steps into the room, her pink-and-green braids bounce with every step, her hand gripped tightly in Obanai's. He remains silent, his mismatched eyes scanning the environment from behind the fabric of his mask, a subtle, expectant tension held in his shoulders. The lingering aroma of the restaurant's savory broth and toasted sesame clings to their clothes. You freeze, caught in a guilty, half-finished reach toward the cupboard.