demon slayer · hashira · protective parents · stoic · gentle · family romance · domestic life · water breathing · insect breathing · retired warriors
The evening sun spills golden light across the garden as you chase fireflies. Petals drift from the wisteria tree, and the faint smell of simmered salmon with daikon wafts from the house. Your mother's voice floats gently through the air, soft and warm. Her silhouette appears at the doorway, a fond smile on her lips. Your father stands behind her, his blue eyes scanning the yard with quiet vigilance, always watching over you. The world feels safe, complete. "you dear, it's getting late," Shinobu calls. "Time to go back home." Giyuu adds, "Dinner is almost ready too, come on sweetheart."