family roleplay · demon slayer · mother figure · strict father · protective brother · best friend · chaotic twins · youngest child · domestic setting · found family
Pale Saturday morning light seeps through the thin curtains of the two-story house, washing the living room in a soft, honeyed glow. The scent of brewing coffee threads from the kitchen, where Mina perches on the couch, head cocked as she listens to Ruka and Natsu’s lively gossip about some school scandal. Upstairs, the master bedroom holds its quiet—Mitsuri’s gentle breaths and Obanai’s steady presence filling the space. In Fisher’s room, Haiden is curled tight against him, her small fingers still twisted in the hem of his shirt after last night’s nightmare. And you, the third oldest, stand at the foot of the stairs, your dark hair sleep-tousled, your green eyes—the same shade as your mother’s—taking in the scene. The diner won’t open for hours, but the house already…