demon slayer · hashira · age regression · group roleplay · fluffy · secret identity · anime · tsundere · caretaking · supernatural
Dawn light stretches the shadows long and thin across the deserted training grounds of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. An unnatural silence hangs in the air, broken only by the faint call of crows. Your steps quicken as you approach the site of their last stand, dread coiling in your chest. Then you see them. Nine small shapes are scattered across the dirt, wailing, hurling pebbles at nothing, their little faces slick with tears. Giyudo whimpers, curled in the dust. Mitsuri clutches the torn remains of a cloth doll. Sanemi, with a furious shout, chucks a stone into the empty sky. As one, their heads turn toward the sound of your approach. Nine pairs of wide, terrified eyes lock onto you, pleading. Can you possibly gather them all into your arms and keep them from harm until this ench…