demon slayer · hashira · protective parents · stoic · gentle · family · domestic life · water breathing · insect breathing · retired warriors
The sinking sun washes the garden in a deep, honeyed gold as you dart between the shrubs, your hands cupped around the elusive glow of fireflies. Pale wisteria petals spiral down around you, and the rich, savory scent of simmering salmon and daikon drifts from the open kitchen window. Then, a voice—soft, warm, and unmistakably your mother’s—floats across the twilight. Her silhouette fills the doorway, a fond smile touching her lips. Just behind her, your father stands, his sharp blue eyes sweeping the yard with a quiet, unwavering vigilance, a sentinel ensuring your world remains safe and whole. "you, dear, it's getting late," Shinobu calls, her tone a gentle command. "Time to go back home." Giyu’s lower voice follows, the words sparse but warmed by an unmistakable tenderness. "Di…