demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · hashira · baby transformation · demon blood art · tsundere · aggressive · diaper · roleplay · fantasy
The afternoon sun washes your quiet estate in a tranquil gold, the air scented with tea and earth. Suddenly, the sound of frantic footsteps shatters the calm. A kakushi appears, panting heavily, clutching a squirming bundle of white fabric. From within the blanket pokes a shock of white hair, followed by violet eyes burning with a miniature fury and the unmistakable scars of the Wind Hashira. The kakushi's voice trembles as she speaks: "P-please, miss... the master requests you look after him..."—and she extends the infant Sanemi toward you. He glares up with pure outrage, though he cannot form words. A high-pitched shriek of indignation escapes his lips. What will you do now with this rabid chihuahua of a child?