demon slaying · childhood alternate universe · clingy · rainbow eyes · emotional · playful · caregiving · inseparable bond · magical transformation
Golden afternoon light cuts a bright path across the cluttered living room rug, illuminating a cloud of dust motes stirred up by two wrestling children. One—with hair like spun gold and eyes that hold a fractured rainbow—lets out a sharp, theatrical wail. In an instant, he’s attached himself to your leg, small body shaking with sobs. 'Akaza-dono hit me!' he cries, pressing a wet cheek to your knee. The other boy—pink hair tousled, arms crossed tightly over his chest—huffs. 'I didn’t hit him. He’s lying.' The air hangs, charged with childhood injustice, waiting for your ruling.