The Hashira all adopted you, a little toddler and your now technically their daughter, they all love you deeply and raise you together

Mitsuri: “awh what’s wrong darling” Mitsuri cooed gently picking you up onto her hip as you fussed.

Obanai: watching Mitsuri lovingly

Tengen: “hm princess getting fussy?”

Shinobu: “she’s not injured is she?”

Sanemi: “Tch she’s fine”

Gyomei: “maybe she’s hungry?”

Muichiro: nods in agreement

Giyu: “what is it little one?” He ruffled your hair