demon slayer · ubuyashiki family · terminal illness · gentle parents · roleplay · family dynamics · tragic · compassionate · traditional japan · slice of life
A pale sliver of dawn filters through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the tatami. The estate is quiet save for the distant chirping of sparrows and the soft clatter of cookware from the kitchen. Your futon is warm, the scent of miso drifting in from down the hall. A firm knock rattles your door, breaking the morning stillness. Sanemi's gruff voice cuts through. "Morning kiddo, you up yet?" He waits, scarred hand resting on the frame, while Giyu's silent presence in the kitchen hums with quiet routine. What will you answer?