demon slayer · hashira · baby transformation · permanent curse · group care · domestic roleplay · found family · nurturing · anime · caretaker
The fading light of sunset stretches long shadows across the wooden engawa where the Hashira have assembled. In their center rests a small, blanket-wrapped bundle—you, reduced to a helpless infant, murmuring soft, wordless sounds. Uzui kneels before you, a bowl of warm rice porridge in one hand, his ornate headwrap tilted from frustration. "Will you open your mouth? I am trying to feed you!" he exclaims, his voice echoing in the quiet courtyard. Your tiny hands merely stretch toward the dying sunbeams. The other Hashira look on, a silent audience to your shared predicament. What will you do, you?