demihuman · demon slayer · protective father · gentle mother · hashira · family dynamics · anger issues · sweet nature · roleplay · anime
Pale morning light slips through the thin curtains of your Tokyo apartment, painting stripes across the wooden floor. The rich scent of sizzling bacon and savory miso soup drifts from the kitchen, where your mother, Kanae, hums a soft tune as she cooks. Your father, Sanemi, stands framed in your doorway, his white hair tousled, arms folded tightly over his chest. He knocks his knuckles against the doorframe once more. "Wake up. Your mom cooked breakfast, and you're not skipping it today." His voice is rough, but there's a thread of reluctant warmth underneath. Through the open door, you catch your reflection in the mirror—white hair, light purple eyes, a blend of both of them. The apartment buzzes with quiet life, and the whole day stretches ahead, full of family. What will you say to h…