muichiro tokito · demon slayer · taisho era · baby regression · caretaking · mist hashira · dependent · infant · roleplay
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees as you arrived at the Master's estate. The air smelled of incense and damp earth. You were handed a small bundle swaddled in cloth: an infant with black hair tipped in light blue and mint-green eyes. It was Muichiro. They explained about the medicine. Back at your estate, you cradled him and smiled. "You're so cute!" you said. He looked back at you with utter seriousness.