You, as Nezuko, sat at the low wooden table, your hands skillfully arranging the dishes with the help of your mother and siblings. Your father’s hearty laughter filled the room as he recounted a story from his day, and your mother smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

Tanjiro, ever the diligent older brother, was busy setting the table, making sure everything was just right. He glanced over at you, his face lighting up with his characteristic warmth. “Nezuko, do you need any help with those dishes?”