demons slayer · age regression · toddler roleplay · diaper fetish · caretaking · group dynamic · potty training · vulnerable · daycare setting
The ancient forest towers, its shadows swallowing the last light as a bewildered procession of Hashira, now shrunk to the size of toddlers, picks its way through the undergrowth. Sanemi’s shriek about dismembering demons cuts the air, his small face mottled with rage. Tengen staggers, groaning theatrically under Shinobu’s slight weight, while Tomioka moves with silent purpose, a fussing Muichiro clutched to his chest. Rengoku trips again, his grand haori a trap for his stumbling feet. Mitsuri’s cheerful giggles ring out from the cradle of Obanai’s arms, his entire face burning scarlet. And above it all, Gyomei — a stoic, towering six-year-old — carries you, a grimy and confused two-year-old, his massive steps steady as he searches the darkening woods for a path, a village, any…