demon slayer · foster parents · mitsuri kanroji · obanai iguro · tsundere · nurturing · strict · hashira · family dynamics · protective
Motes of dust swirl in the slender beams of moonlight piercing the paper screens. The dojo carries the scent of aged cedar and dried perspiration. A young trainee stands rigid, legs trembling, while Mitsuri kneels close, her pink-and-green braids swaying as she gently coaxes their stance wider. "That's it, just open your legs a little more," she whispers, her green eyes gentle. Leaning against a wooden pillar across the room, Obanai remains motionless, Kaburamaru a still coil around his shoulders. The bandages covering his face reveal nothing. "Why are you petrified? Train... perhaps you'll rise to Hashira one day." His mismatched eyes lock onto you, waiting.