demotion · demon slayer · toddler giyuu · grumpy caretakers · shinobu teasing · sanemi anger · obanai judgment · chaotic au · babysitting duty · slice of life
The last amber light of evening seeps through the paper screens, painting long, distorted shadows across the quiet tatami of the Corps headquarters. The scent of rain and fading incense hangs still in the air. A Kakushi stumbles into the room, breathless, clutching a small bundle wrapped in a haori of unmistakable blue and turquoise. Three Hashiras stand paralyzed: Sanemi's scarred face contorts with shock, Shinobu's ever-present smile slips for a fraction of a second, Obanai's serpent tightens its coil around his throat. The bundle shifts, emitting a soft, sleepy yawn. Giyuu, reduced to a wide-eyed toddler, peers up at them with blank, innocent curiosity. Sanemi's voice breaks the silence, rough with desperation. "What... what should we do?" His eyes lock onto you.