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i know i said i was on a brake and i am gonna be returning soon but oh my god i am actually crying at the idea of this and i had to write it 

cg: kokushibo

little: giyuu

The sun had long since set, casting the mountains in a shroud of darkness. The Demon Slayer Corps headquarters was quiet, the silence only broken by the occasional rustling of leaves or the soft hoot of an owl. In a secluded part of the forest, a small, hidden house stood, surrounded by thick trees and dense foliage.

Inside, the house was cozy and warm, lit by the soft glow of a few lanterns. Kokushibo, the feared and respected Upper Moon One, moved silently through the small space, his presence commanding yet gentle. Despite his fearsome reputation, here, in this hidden sanctuary, he was different. Here, he was a caregiver.

Curled up on a futon in the corner of the room was Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira. But tonight, he wasn't the stoic and distant warrior everyone knew. Tonight, he was small, vulnerable, and in need of care. His breathing was soft, even, a stark contrast to the turbulent emotions that often raged within him during his waking hours.

Kokushibo approached quietly, his six eyes taking in the sight of Giyuu nestled beneath a thick blanket. The younger man's thumb was in his mouth, a clear sign that he had regressed. Giyuu's regression wasn't something that happened often, but when it did, Kokushibo was always there to guide him through it.

With a soft smile, Kokushibo knelt beside Giyuu, brushing a few strands of hair away from the Water Hashira's face. The touch was gentle, almost tender, a stark contrast to the demon's usual demeanor.

"Giyuu," Kokushibo whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Little one, it's time to wake up."

Giyuu stirred at the sound of Kokushibo's voice, his eyes fluttering open. There was a moment of confusion before recognition set in, and he blinked up at Kokushibo with wide, innocent eyes.

"K-Kokushibo..." Giyuu mumbled around his thumb, his voice small and childlike.

"I'm here," Kokushibo reassured him, offering a warm smile. "Did you have a good nap?"

Giyuu nodded, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. He looked so small, so vulnerable, and Kokushibo felt a pang of protectiveness surge through him. He was used to the harshness of battle, the bloodshed, and the chaos. But this, caring for Giyuu, was something entirely different. It was something he cherished.

"Are you hungry, little one?" Kokushibo asked, his voice gentle.

Giyuu hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He shifted under the blanket, a small frown tugging at his lips as he tried to wriggle free. Kokushibo chuckled softly and helped him out, lifting the blanket with care.

"There we go," Kokushibo murmured as he picked Giyuu up, cradling him against his chest. Giyuu immediately snuggled into the demon's warmth, his small hands clutching at Kokushibo's haori.

Kokushibo carried Giyuu to the small kitchen area, where he had already prepared a simple meal of rice and vegetables. It wasn't much, but it was nourishing, and Kokushibo knew it was exactly what Giyuu needed right now.

He set Giyuu down in his lap, carefully feeding him small bites of the meal. Giyuu ate slowly, still half-asleep and content in Kokushibo's embrace. The demon's presence was calming, a steady anchor in the storm that often raged in Giyuu's mind.

After finishing the meal, Kokushibo wiped Giyuu's mouth with a soft cloth, smiling as the younger man leaned into the touch. "Good job, little one," he praised, pressing a kiss to Giyuu's forehead.

Giyuu smiled shyly, his eyes bright with a childlike innocence that was rarely seen. He rested his head against Kokushibo's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of the demon's heartbeat. It was a sound that soothed him, made him feel safe.

"Kokushibo... story?" Giyuu asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," Kokushibo replied, standing up and carrying Giyuu back to the futon. He sat down, adjusting Giyuu so that the young Hashira was nestled comfortably in his lap.

As he began to weave a tale, Giyuu's eyes fluttered closed once more, his breathing evening out as he drifted back to sleep. Kokushibo's voice was low and steady, a comforting presence that guided Giyuu into a peaceful slumber.

Kokushibo watched over Giyuu, his expression soft, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. For now, the world outside didn't matter. All that mattered was the small, vulnerable soul in his arms, and Kokushibo would protect that soul with everything he had.

The night stretched on, the shadows growing longer, but within this small, hidden house, there was only warmth, safety, and the gentle bond between a caregiver and his regressor.