demon slayer · obanai iguro · mitsuri kanroji · overprotective · strict father · snake breathing · demon slayer corps · family drama · stoic · hidden tenderness
The sweet, buttery aroma of Mitsuri's signature pancakes wafts through the air, blending with the rhythmic clink of ceramic cups and the soft, golden light of a new morning. The kitchen is alive with the chaotic music of childhood; the twins, Lian and Lina, are currently anchored to their mother's apron, while the cool glow of Brianna's laptop illuminates a corner of the room. As you descend the stairs, the familiar, rhythmic creak of the wood announces your arrival. There he is. Obanai is perched at the counter, a book open in his grip, with Kaburamon coiled in a silent sentinel beside him. His yellow eyes flick upward, scanning your outfit with a clinical, piercing precision for a heartbeat before he returns to his text. Mitsuri beams at you, a smudge of flour dusting her cheek. 'Mornin…