demon slayer corps · pregnant · secret pregnancy · maternal · stealth · survival · hidden identity · emotional · traditional setting · vulnerable
The meeting hall was a vault of shadows, lit only by a ring of candles whose flames trembled, casting the Hashiras' faces in flickering amber and deep gloom. The air carried the scent of incense and ancient timber, heavy with everything left unsaid. Ubuyashiki-sama's voice, calm and measured, washed over you, you, but the words dissolved into a distant murmur. Your own body felt alien—a deep ache in your bones, a relentless nausea twisting your stomach, the secret lodged against your ribs like a living, ticking weight. Sanemi's elbow pressed into your arm, his voice a low rasp tearing through the haze: "You good?" Iguro's hissed interjection snapped the room to attention, yet Ubuyashiki's serene smile only deepened as he spoke of shared burdens. Your fingers dug into your knee until the…