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kny-agere · 8 months

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Sleep it off

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“How was the movie baby?” Kyojuro carefully leads you out of the theater. His large hand engulfs your fingers.

You’re trying not to bury yourself into his side. The people milling about are an acute reminder of the situation. “It was good.” It’s hard to keep your voice loud enough for him to hear while still staying in control of your speech.

In perfect understanding Rengoku nods and continues to pull you along without asking anymore questions. Like this you just look like a couple, which is technically true in a way. You cling onto the idea of that so you don’t slip completely.

When he stops walking you stumble into his back. Blinking wildly you step to shoot him a disgruntled look.

“Otou- um, Kyojuro?”

He backs up a little to whisper properly in your ear. “Do you need to use the bathroom?” Rengoku is careful to speak low enough as to not be overheard.

“No!” Immediately you shoot onto your tiptoes and speak far too loudly. Wilting quickly afterwards you lower your volume. “I’m ok.”

“You had a lot of soda. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine! Can’t we get in the car?” You’re begging at this point with a whimper leading into your words. The fact that there’s still people walking past doesn’t register quite as hard.

Rengoku considers his options. With the stalls it’s not as if he can lead you to the toilet himself. There’s not much more he can do other than prompting you. The drive home isn’t particularly long, so if you’re insistent on waiting until then it’s not the end of the world.

The man fixes you with a look that says ‘I’ll believe you for now’ and continues down that hall. He only moves hesitantly, walking slowly as if you’ll change your mind. For a minute you try to wrestle your hands from his grasp. He tightens the hold, not strong enough to keep you trapped, but enough to reinforce the point that the man wants you to stay.

By the time you’re out the door and approaching the car your mood has already softened. Kyojuro lifts you into the passenger seat, lingering to press a kiss against your cheek. With your brightened mood his own smile becomes a little more natural. The giggle you let out only serves to force an even wider grin from him.

As he climbs into the driver’s side Rengoku passes over the half-filled box of popcorn. You’re happy to chew on the rest of the snack on the way home. Knowing you’ll only be able to finish off another few handfuls he’s resigned to throwing the rest away. He knows that you’ll plead for a treat every time, even if it never gets emptied.

With your hands occupied (quickly stuffing your face) he can’t grasp yours. The steering wheel isn’t as comfortable as your grasp.

“What was your favorite part?”

He has to wait patiently until you’re through chewing for a brief moment. “It was very colorful.” You announce the idea carefully, with a faux grownup tone. “Um, I dunno. It was fun too.”

“Hmmm, that’s what you said about the last movie!” His tone is light and not too teasing. That doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes and letting out an exaggerated huff.

“Well I’m eating now.” Curling up against the seat you decidedly end the conversation. Going as far as to turn away from him slightly. Kyojuro knows that in a few minutes you’ll be asleep or back to a cheerful mood. When you grow silent it’s not entirely unusual.

Looking back towards the road he tries not to let himself get distracted. If you truly are grumpy it’s nothing a hug and a bit of coddling won’t fix.

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When he pulls into the garage the door rumbles as it lowers to the ground. Protected from prying eyes the man hops to the ground. You’d been immobile the entire time home, as short as the drive was. Now you might be pretending. Either way Rengoku is happy to carry you inside.

Opening the door he finds your back to him again. In the seconds he walked around the front of the car you’ve flipped around. It’s still hard to tell if you’re playing a game or actually angry.

Nudging your back, running a hand over your shoulder, he tries to gauge the situation. You only groan in response. He tries to peel you away from the crescent you’ve curved into. With a quiet little sob you stay stuck in place.

Looking over your form his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. The wetness gathered around your pants (and seeping into the seats, that’s a problem for later) is a pretty obvious clue.

Ignoring your resistance for a brief moment he manages to undo the seatbelt and pull you out from the seat.

The moment Kyojuro tries to pick you up you let out a blood curdling scream. He tries to keep you in his hold anyways, but with all your squirming you’re able to push out of the lift.

Unstable on your feet you fall back to the ground. The concrete is rough and too hard under your ass. It only serves to push more horrible sobs out from your lips.

“I’m S-sorry! ‘m sorry I didn’t mean too. I-I don’t- sorry. Kyo, um, Tou-san. Please I’m sorry.”

He trying desperately to comfort you, murmuring out gentle words of encouragement. Though you keep trying to jerk away a heavy hand soothes your back. “You’re not in trouble baby. Everyone has accidents. We can clean up and cuddle. How does that sound? Can we take a deep breath?” Kyojuro struggles to keep a quiet tone while you shake and stutter.

Still mumbling apologies that are barely audible you ignore all of his reassuring words. At once point you resume your attempts to push him away and keep his mouth shut.

Ultimately he decides that you won’t calm down out here. This time he’s prepared for your resistance when his arms wrap around your form. Keeping your arms at your sides he manages to avoid any more swipes at his face.

Managing to get you inside and all the way to the bathroom he lets you finally rest on one of the washing chairs. With red eyes you tremble on the short seat. Finally quiet Kyojuro utters out words that you can finally hear.

“I’ll be right back, you just wait here baby.”

With you in such a delicate state Rengoku decides that letting you have a few minutes of silence to gather your thoughts is probably fine. He trusts that you won’t try to leave the room or do anything dangerous.

In the meantime the man washes his hands, strips down— changing into something more comfortable, and mops up the little trail of wetness leading throughout the house. For now all he can do is put a towel over the wet spot back in his car. He’ll just pay to get it properly cleaned later on.

It takes about 10 minutes total. With an extra 5 he sets out a few extra things, alongside a too big t-shirt.

You’re still hunched over on the stool. You’re crying isn’t audible, but tears still linger on your cheeks. Fingers are too gross to sit in your mouth, so instead you chew on the collar of your shirt.

“Hey baby! How are we feeling now?”

It’s no surprise when he’s met with only a small sniffle.

“Ok, I know we’ve talked about this is the past. Do you think you can shower yourself? Otherwise I was thinking we could put you in this big shirt and rinse you off. But we gotta get you clean.” He rubs his fingers against your cheek and tempts you to look at him.

You can’t respond. Leaning into his touch you cling to his large hand. Urging him to read your mind.

“Do you want to do it yourself?”

You shake your head, negative.

Rengoku’s eyes soften. “Is it ok if I help to shower you?”

this time you’re head bobs up and down.

“Great! I brought this shirt, so you can stay covered. And then after we can change into some comfy pjs.”

Rengoku lets you change at your own pace. In the past you had resisted any offer for him to bathe you, although admittedly it had been unnecessary then. He hates to make these kinds of decisions when you’re in such a delicate state. In another day or two he’ll prompt you to have a proper conversation, even if it’s retrospectively.

Once you’ve stripped down to your underwear Kyojuro carefully tugs the old tee on. Once it’s pulled past your chin you capture the collar between your teeth once again. Internally Rengoku curses himself for leaving the pacifier in the bedroom. When offered you usually refuse, only seeking out the item independently, but this might’ve been a rare opportunity where you accepted.

Before he bathes you the man carefully tests the temperature of the spray. Once it’s pleasantly warm he runs it slowly over your back.

With a happy sigh you let Rengoku wash you. Within a few moments you’re smiling and pulling at the wet fabric of your shirt. The man scrubs you thoroughly, even when unnecessary. His fingers massage your scalp and rub behind you ears. The whole time he picks back up the habit of murmuring praise.

Far after you’re clean he continues to let you splash in your water. The water moves slow enough that you can splash in puddles as they slowly drag towards the drain.

His water heater is sophisticated enough that this could continue on forever, but eventually Kyojuro coaxes you to abandon the shower head. At this point he’s soaked too (meaning he’ll have to change yet again) so it’s no concern when he picks you back up.

With a light squeal you’re bundled into a towel and tossed onto the bed. Rengoku pulls you towards him one last time to coax you to listen to him.

“I left out a few different things for you, and I don’t want you to feel pressured to pick anything specific. So I’ll let you dress yourself this time.” He presses a few extra kisses to your cheeks, and finishes it off with one to your nose.

You whine when he drags himself out of your arms, but are satisfied enough to flop back into the plush mattress. Watching him walk away you wait until he’s left and closed the door behind him.

For a few minutes you simply try to tempt yourself out of the covers. Peeling yourself out from the towel it’s less hard to discard the shirt which is still sopping wet. Letting it drop to the floor you turn to the options in front of you.

It’s easy to pick out your typical pajamas. They’re soft green with little white polkadots spread over the fabric. It’s a familiar set that have found a home in Rengoku’s home for sleepovers or an occasional nap time.

The pacifier isn’t quite as easy. He’s laid out several options for you, even knowing you won’t pick all of them. You could leave it there, or grab the teether. Still the harder object doesn’t fit quite as comfortably into your mouth. Kyojuro wouldn’t care what you picked. With a few deep breaths you snatch the small object. You can use it once you’re curled up in bed and your face isn’t quite so obvious.

The hardest is the fact that he’s left a set of briefs next to your usual underwear. It almost sends you into another crying fit.

After taking far too long to decide, trembling in the nude, you silently grab the pair of pampers. You try to hold back the tears that slip down your cheeks. This isn’t a punishment.

The rest of your routine is normal. You slip on the pajamas. Right before crawling into the bed you let the door slip open. Kyojuro will know to come in the next time he passes the hallway.

Under the sheets it’s easy to take control of your breathing. You can ignore the padding around your bum and everything that’s happened. The rhythmic sucking of the pacifier soothes you quickly.

Rengoku enters slowly. You hear him clean up the scattered clothing. There’s a soft pause when he puts back the items he left out. Wrapping your fist tighter around the blankets you stiffen when the mattress sinks beside you.

A hand passes over your head to calm you. “Are you tired?”

“Mhmm.”

“Can I hear my baby say my name? Just so I know you love me?” The man presses dozens of kisses to your cheek. You’re tired, but not tired enough to resist giggling as his hair tickles your face.

Tugging at his locks you try to give him a kiss through the mouth guard of the pacifier. At least you succeed in pushing the plastic against his face. “ ‘ove ‘ou o’ou-san” The words aren’t as clear, but the intent is clear.

Kyojuro tucks you against his chest. “I’m glad my baby’s happy now. So next time we can keep having fun.” Along with his common compliments his warm fingers continue to stroke your back.

As usual his words lull you to sleep. Despite the hectic and atypical events his familiar presence brings you a comfort matched by no other.

#age regression #demon slayer #fandom agere #age regressor #sfw agere #cg!rengoku #Rengoku and reader #little!reader #agere fanfic #agere reader

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photographicapparitions · 7 months

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Wow.. We're posting art on our main blog. Uh.. Art under the cut because I'm embarrassed, but it's art for Baby Hashira by @ghostbite0. - Muichiro

We may actually finish it off more at some point or another, but.. Yeah. - Muichiro

#- muichiro xx #arcadian chats #arcadian arts #demon slayer agere #baby hashira #baby hashira fic #This is.. All i'm tagging this as #I am flustered.#baby hashira au

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wonderinglullaby · 7 months

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🍂 Regressor! Inosuke moodboard

#🪁 requests!#age regression #agere #fandom agere #agere moodboard #demon slayer agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere #fandom age regression

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ur-fav-is-agere · 1 month

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Obanai from Demon Slayer

Is a caregiver!

#demon slayer #demon slayer agere #ur fav is agere #age regression #fandom agere #sfw #agere #sfw only #sfw caregiver

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multifandomenjoyerr · 2 months

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CAREGIVER!Tengen Stimboard

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× 🍉 Plus some (small) headcanons of him! | Enjoy the headcanons because this is coming from someone who watched every episode of DS but never once saw this man on screen

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🧊 : is a professional caregiver to all littles of all ages

🧊 : always hypes up his little before he goes on missions (such as dances to tire his little one out)

🧊 : calls you things like squirt, kiddo, (my)star, bud and kid

🧊 : is a Dada caregiver and disabled caregiver

🧊 : carries you around everywhere. Also encourages you to train with him (though he is more gentle with you if you regress) but he won't force you to train

🧊 : strict cg!

#demon slayer agere #sfw agere #agerespace #fandom agere #agere blog #sfw blog #agere headcanons

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outerspaceismyhappyplace · 1 month

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Here is a scene from a KnY Classification AU that I will Never Ever finish lol:

“Wait, stop!” Kyojuro throws himself between Sanemi and the box. “Sanemi, stop! Don’t you sense that she’s Little?”

“Demons can’t be Littles,” Sanemi spits. “It’s trying to trick you.”

“How would she even do that?” Tengen rolls his eyes. “That makes no sense. You can’t trick Caregiver instincts into activating.”

“They can be wrong,” Sanemi insists in a growl.

“Yours, maybe,” Tengen mutters.

“We should wait until the Master arrives before we make any hasty decisions,” Kyojuro says pointedly.

“Let me…” Tanjiro frantically struggles to get up. “Let me…please, give me the box.”

Kyojuro turns to look at Tanjiro and nods, picking up Nezuko’s box and bringing it to him.

“Thank you,” Tanjiro breathes, resting his head on the top of it. “Where…where are my other Littles?”

“All surviving Corps members are currently recovering at my estate,” Shinobu says.

“But I don’t…” Tanjiro swallows. “I don’t know if they survived.”

“Your bond marks would have scarred if your Littles died,” Gyomei tells him. Tanjiro notices a few scarred bond marks on his arm where his sleeve isn’t covering it and wonders how many there are.

“Well…I’m only bonded to one of them,” Tanjiro says quietly. “And even then it’s very weak. My Littles are…rather difficult. I’ve only been caring for them for a few months.”

“Ah. I understand completely!” Kyojuro laughs, looking at his three Littles. “Mitsuri and I were bonded in a matter of days, but my boys sure didn’t make it easy for me!” Giyuu and Obanai both blush and look away.

“One of them always wears a boar hide, and the other has bright yellow hair,” Tanjiro says.

“Ah, yes, those two are both safe and sound,” Shinobu smiles. “They’re expected to make full recoveries.”

Tanjiro breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh. There is…there’s another Little in the Corps who I met during Final Selection but was even less agreeable than Zenitsu. I’ve been worried about him, though. Do you happen to know the status of a Corps member named Shinazugawa Genya?”

Sanemi’s head snaps up at the sound of the name, and the other Corps members all slowly turn to look at him.

“Your brother’s a Little?” Tengen demands. “And you just abandoned him?”

“He’s not!” Sanemi snaps.

“Your brother’s a Little and you didn’t even know?” Tengen’s fuming, fingers twitching by the handles of his blades like he’s thinking about pulling them out and killing him right there and then. “You’re the saddest excuse for a Caregiver I’ve ever met! You don’t have the instincts at all, you don’t know how to handle the kids when they’re regressed, you’re not even supposed to be able to hurt Littles, and you almost stabbed one just now!”

“Genya’s not a Little! He never presented!”

#age regression #kny agere #demon slayer agere #classification au #agere fanfic

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ghostbite0 · 2 months

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someone asked for a baby gyomei… bold of u to assume i had not already drawn him……..

his beloved cat blanket is named “mew-mew”

#demon slayer #kny #gyomei himejima fanart #gyomei himejima #demon slayer art #artbites #art #deaged au #agere #artists on tumblr #kny art #kny au #demon slayer au

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rribbons · 3 months

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Gust Of Wind ~

(Muichiro Tokito x Reader Oneshot)

Harsh rain drops against the dirt were the only thing breaking the silence between you and the Mist Hashira’s training session. The sound of your swords clashing occasionally broke the concentration on fighting in your mind. Leaving you to notice his pale and thin structure which could somehow knock someone unconscious. Can’t trust a book by the cover when it comes to Muichiro, huh. You giggled to yourself.

As thunder began to yell, and clouds began to darken, the unhinged look on his face stayed the same as always. On the other hand, the sudden sounds of the ongoing weather began to startle you enough to the point of you losing your focus on training. THUD. And with another slash from Tokito, you landed on the ground. A burning sensation sprouted from the newly fresh scratch on your thigh that you got yourself after landing on the floor forest floor with all sorts of sharps.

Your face felt a flush of heat spread throughout it as you noticed the familiar turquoise eyes leaning down closer to you. Wish they’d reveal any clue towards what he was feeling at the moment, You thought to yourself. “Sorry, I was startled. We can continue.” You anxiously said to him with your head hanging low just to receive a comforting silence in response. You started to push yourself off the damp ground before suddenly feeling the firm grip of a cold hand. “You’ll slip again just trying to get up yourself, dumbass.” You felt a weight come off your chest as the Hashira’s soothing voice flew through your ears. Though, your heart still pattered like a little girl from how close he was to your body as he lifted you up as cautiously as he could.

As you two arose from the ground, Muichiro suddenly turned his face towards the woods behind him. His unexpected turn alarmed you as you tried peaking behind him, searching for whatever he was looking towards. A rustle came from afar, and with that, Muichiro’s hand lowered from your arm to your waist, gripping you slightly closer to him. Despite him being more comfortable with you due to the close age you guys shared, this was still unexpected coming from the distant young boy you spent so much time with slaying demons. A subtle blush covered your cheeks at the feeling of his hands at your waist.

The footsteps of a creature paced through the surrounding forest, puzzling both your minds. SPLAT. Blood dripped down rapidly from the scratch on your thigh in result of a thick spike being thrown directly towards it. A demon during this thunderstorm? Thoughts flew through your mind as the burning sensation increased in your leg, bringing your eyes to water. Muichiro glanced at you with a new aura surrounding him than before, protectiveness. With a blink of an eye, all you could see was a gust of thick wind before the Hashira had lifted you up onto his back. “I’ll take care of it, rest your leg, Y/N.” His intimidating but soft voice sent tingles down your legs. You laid your head down on his back in hopes that he wouldn’t mind your tiredness or the intimate touch.

Your view consisted of just mist and fog all around, having only the sounds of blade meeting demon skin to give you a hint on what was happening with Tokito. “Gosh, how do you fight and see demons in these conditions,” you mumbled about the Mist Hashira. “It’s my specialty, you know that,” whispered Tokito, just loud enough for only you to hear. You hummed back in agreement as he continued stabbing his sword towards the demon, cautiously enough to not drop you, but violently enough to cause harm to his opponent. Being on the back of such a fine, skilled and attractive guy did make you want to fangirl-ingly kick your feet. Though, you instead closed your eyes in an attempt to take your mind off the fact that you were literally and physically wrapped around him like a backpack.

Seconds turned to minutes as the Mist Hashira continued fighting by himself during the harsh weather just for your safety. Your mind was drifting to another place the more your eyes closed, a quieter place than the thunderstorm you were stuck in at the moment. Despite cold winds blowing over you from the rain pour, you still managed to fall asleep to the feeling of the only guy you found peace within in this deformed reality. Muichiro smiled to himself the slightest bit, once he noticed your breathing pattern had changed to one of a person in slumber. He was unexperienced in the subject of love, but one thing he did know, he just wanted to keep you safe enough to never lose you.

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Your eyes lifted themselves up after feeling like they were under boulders. You felt soft silk on your skin and warmth surrounding you. Wait, what? Your eyes fluttered open in confusion as you noticed a set of warm pajamas on your once wet and cold body from earlier. In confusion, you looked to your side to witness Tokito in his oversized clothes lying beside you, staring down directly at you.

“Someone decided to take a nap on my back during a fight, what a pain in the ass, huh?” His words might have sounded harsh, but his eyes showing nothing but gentleness and sympathy towards you. You let out a small giggle before pointing out the fact he had changed you into warmer clothes of his own. “I just didn’t want you to get everything wet and dirty inside, whatever.” He faced the floor beside the bed to hide his face adorned in pink from you. The corners of your lips rose, forming a smile. It’s now or never, Y/N. You told yourself before anxiously wrapped your arms around him, laying your head down on his chest. Your heart pace relaxed as you felt Muichiro’s hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer onto him.

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#demon slayer #kinetsu no yaiba #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #muichiro tokito #kny tokitou #demon slayer tokito #tokito x reader #fluff #sfw agere #anime #manga #romantic #2024 #writerscommunity #writer.

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bnuuybee-writes · 7 months

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hi!! we have a fictive of muichiro in our system, and we were just wondering if you'd be able or willing to write an agere drabble with cg mitsuri and little mui? if not that's totally fine!! you can add in any of the hashira too, if you'd like <3 - 🌸💫

Little Daydreamer (regressor muichiro tokito hcs)

author's note: omg hi !!! i would love to! unfortunately, I don't exactly have the spoons for a whole drabble, but I can do some cg hashira & agere muichiro, with a focus on cg mitsuri! i love doing agere content, esp since i'm a regressor myself! some of the habits, i'm going to be drawing from my own experience, but i do feel like they'd fit muichiro too!!!

nicknames: gogo - gyomei; mitsi - mitsuri; nemi - sanemi; yuyu - giyuu; banban - obanai; shibu - shinobu; tenten - tengen; goku - rengoku

cws: vent regression; trauma; flashbacks; tooth-rotting fluff; some of em are trauma cgs if you squint; mentions of their pasts

Little Muichiro is normally an easy child. One might say he's an angel or even a little spacey boy.

But, the times where Muichiro play regresses are rare and far between.

Normally, it's something that upsets the Mist Hashira to the point where he needs that sense of protection.

Whether it be a particularly rough mission, a reminder of his past, or even someone slamming their hand down on a table (coughsanemicough) Muichiro will shrink back.

The signs are subtle, and sometimes he'd go a whole day without being noticed that he slipped... Unless he's around Mitsuri.

Mitsuri Kanroji

He's always trusted the Love Hashira with his regressed self. She just had this maternal factor to her that made him feel safe.

So when Mitsuri notices Muichiro's brow slightly furrowed or him biting softly on his lip, she springs into action.

"Hi there little one. Do you wanna come with Mama Mitsu? Wanna talk about it?" She would ask, kneeling down to Muichiro's height and holding out her hand.

Muichiro, being a nonverbal little, would obviously not want to talk about it, just give vague details. When he does speak, it's in a hushed voice in Mitsuri's ear.

"Scawy... Dun' like... Wan' baba..."

Mitsuri immediately understands and takes Muichiro by the hand, taking him to a secluded, calming area and giving him a child's cup and a small wood pacifier with the nib made out of natural rubber.

When the other Hashira took notice, they didn't know what to do, though Mitsuri advised them to just treat him like a child.

So, they did... With varying degrees of success.

(other hashira cgs under the cut !!!)

Gyomei Himejima

Poor guy didn't know what to do when Muichiro started crying after he fell over and scraped his knee

He's blind, not like he could see the wound. So, obviously, he calls Shinobu over.

While she tends to the wound, Gyomei then thinks of something to help Muichiro stop wailing.

He then remembers a song his mother sang to him whenever the Rock Hashira was crying as a child. So, he gently takes Muichiro into his arms and sings.

The soft rumble of his chest and soothing breath lulls Muichiro into a nap, the little one curling into the burly man's chest.

When I tell you this man started sobbing.

And when Muichiro gives Gyomei the nickname gogo, he melts and happily accepts the title.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi immediately grows protective of Muichiro

He's the oldest of five kids, he doesn't want to see someone he considers another little brother to get hurt

So when the Wind Hashira sees the child upset, he immediately springs into action, wiping the little one's tears away with a gentle hand.

"Ey, ey, none'a that, li'l one. C'mon, what's wrong? Wha'cha need, kiddo?"

He hates seeing Muichiro cry. Not because he doesn't like when kids cry or display emotion...

It reminds him of the times where his father got to his siblings before he can.

"Nemi... Wan up... Wan nemi..." The two year old would mumble, making grabby hands for the white-haired male.

So, of course, Sanemi would oblige. And he will carry Muichiro until he wants to be let down or Sanemi has to do something.

Also, whenever Sanemi is about to cuss, he stops and replaces it with a censored word. Or tell Muichiro to "use earmuffs", aka cover his ears.

"I've only had little Muichiro for about two minutes. But if anything were to happen to him, I will take out everyone in this room and then myself."

Protective big brother

Giyuu Tomioka

Is this how Tsutako felt...?

As he shushes the crying child, patting his back and rocking him while sitting on the floor, Giyuu's mind trails back to his late sister.

She's always been something of a mother to him, since theirs was absent and Giyuu never knew her due to her dying during his birth.

He remembers how Tsutako calmed him when he was near-inconsolable like how Muichiro is now.

Whenever Giyuu woke up from nightmares, his sister will hold his head to her chest, against her heart, and sing...

So Giyuu does that. His voice is soft as he presses Muichiro's head against his heart, the soft beating and swaying rhythm calming the wailing toddler.

"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you... Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to... If I can change the way that you see yourself... You wouldn't wonder why, dear, they don't deserve you..."

The crying would subside into small sniffles and coughs from ragged breathing. Giyuu would sigh with relief, thankful that trick still works.

He then gets Muichiro some dango to cheer up, eating it with the small Hashira in his lap.

Obanai Iguro

He's afraid he's going to hurt the kid.

Muichiro is volatile as it is, and he doesn't want to upset the child further.

Mitsuri said that if he's just patient, he'll be okay.

But he feels it wearing a bit thin when Muichiro starts fussing and he doesn't know what to do. and Mitsuri's out on a mission.

So, Obanai just sits there, paralyzed and not knowing what to do as Muichiro fusses.

And then... He just scoops the kiddo up and holds him.

"Hey, uh... I dunno what's goin' on with you... But I'ma try 'nd be here, 'kay? Y'at least deserve that much..."

He remembers those nights in that damn clan... Well, it was more of a cult than a clan. In that wood cage, isolated and prone to the elements.

He remembers wishing for someone to hold him. To give him that warmth in the frigid loneliness.

So, he wants to be that for the volatile Muichiro. He wants to be that warmth.

He wants to be the person he never got as a kid... So, he stays by Muichiro when the other Hashira are busy and can't take up babysitting at the moment.

After all... Being called "banban!!" isn't too bad...

Shinobu Kocho

Besides Mitsuri, Muichiro also trusts Shinobu with his regression.

Mitsuri was the first one to inform Shinobu of Muichiro's littlespace when he was sick once and vent regressed.

Shinobu, being good with kids, immediately knew what to do.

While in the Butterfly Mansion recovering, Muichiro would be practically doted on by Shinobu, Kanao and Aoi.

The attention was a bit much when the three crowded him, causing him to fuss. So, for a couple days, it was just Shinobu tending to him.

When she tried giving him medicine and he refused, she then approached it differently.

"Sweetie, I know the medicine is icky, but you have to take it if you want to play with Mitsi again... Tell you what - You can take it in a cup and drink water after... Or I can mix it with some tea so it's not as icky."

Muichiro contemplates the question before uttering "tea...", sniffling from a runny nose.

Afterwards, Shinobu tells him how brave he is for taking a big step through bigger emotions. He hugs her, clinging to her robes and calls her "Shibu..."

The name makes her melt almost instantly.

After he feels better, he plays with Kanao and Aoi in the courtyard, laughing and jovial again while Mitsuri comes to pick him up.

Tengen Uzui

Tengen is considered the fun uncle.

That being said, he isn't as laid back as Rengoku is.

He gives the kid structure, something he never had growing up in a shinobi clan.

And if Muichiro accidentally messes with something, it's gently explained to him.

"Hey there, li'l guy. If you do that, then you'll get super hurt, 'nd we don't want that, huh?"

Muichiro would nod and feel guilty before Tengen hugs him and explains no, kid, 'm not mad, just worried about you.

The wives adore Muichiro.

Hinatsuru helps him calm down and practices deep breathing with him when his emotions get really high.

Makio play-chases him around the house, making Muichiro laugh.

And whenever Muichiro cries, he cries with Suma. The two let out their emotions together, hugging each other and being the support for the other.

Life at Tenten's house is fun for Muichiro, and he knows no matter what that he's safe and loved there.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Ohhhhhh my goodness.

If this man isn't the embodiment of chaos now, then put him on babysitting duty for Muichiro.

There's a reason there has to be two adults present when Rengoku has Muichiro under his care.

Rengoku is the type of caregiver who will do things the actual caregiver tells them not to with a sly "don't tell cg" and a laugh.

When he starts trying to get onto Muichiro about something he shouldn't be doing, he immediately stops and wants in on it, too.

"Up, bupbupbup, what'd we say 'bout candy before dinner?... Actually... 'Ey lemme have some'a that, looks good-"

When he carries Muichiro, he carries him over his shoulder like a sack of rice, so when someone calls for him he just-

"Hey, Rengoku-san!"

*spins around rlly fast, making Muichiro give those baby belly giggles* "Yeah?"

This doesn't mean he isn't serious during the tougher times. He will become fiercely protective over an injured/crying Muichiro.

"Whoever decided to put their hands on my sunshine, please come outside so I can peacefully break your legs :)"

'Goku is a very playful and protective bubba, 'nd no one can tell me otherwise.

#°bun squeaks°#demon slayer #kny #knyagere #demon slayer agere #fandom agere #mitsuri kanroji #gyomei himejima #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #obanai iguro #shinobu kocho #tengen uzui #kyojuro rengoku #muichiro tokito #this was adorable to write omg-

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