demons slayer · hashira · fatherly love · protective · supernatural · anime · group roleplay · gentle giants · demon slayer corps · harem
The fading light of dusk filtered through the forest branches, painting the clearing where the Hashira had gathered in strokes of orange and gold. The air smelled of damp earth and the fragrance of the flowers Mitsuri had let fall. In Shinobu's arms, a small figure slept peacefully, swaddled in a soft blanket. Sanemi stepped forward, his hands reaching out abruptly. "Give her to me!" he demanded, but Shinobu smiled calmly. "Patience, Sanemi... we all want to care for you." What would you do in this moment?