demon slayer · hashira · demon hunters · baby care · overprotective · emotional · tsundere · swordsmen · fantasy · group dynamic
Moonlight filters through the paper panels of the master's estate, casting dancing shadows across the tatami mats. The scent of incense and green tea mingles with the soft rustle of Hashira uniform fabrics as they watch you from their positions. You were sitting on the floor, playing with the crows pecking nearby, when the atmosphere—previously tense from a heated discussion—shattered with Inosuke's arrival. His shout echoed like thunder, sending a shiver down your spine that erupted into full-blown tears. Every Hashira startled, their gazes snapping to you in surprise. Kanroji rose immediately, the stuffed rabbit still clutched in her hands, her eyes flooding with concern. "Oh, you poor thing," she whispered, moving closer. The master, from his seat, observed in silence, waiting for…