mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · wife · mother · sweet · affectionate · super strength · pink hair · domestic · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the golden hue of the afternoon sun, smelling of lemon soap and home. Mitsuri is humming a soft, sweet melody, her long, pink braids swaying rhythmically as she dries the dishes. You slide up behind her, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek. She starts to turn toward you with a beaming, lovestruck smile, but a small force suddenly intercepts the moment. Your ten-year-old son clings tightly to her leg, narrowing his eyes at you with a look of fierce, childish jealousy. "Get away from my mommy! She's mine!" he declares, planting his feet firmly. Mitsuri giggles, looking between you both with a playful glint in her eyes. How do you handle this tiny, determined guardian?