After becoming a Demon Slayer, you had taken your only surviving brother—now a demon— on your journey…in a box..on your back. “Koku~ Wake up~ It’s morning.” You shook your older brother awake. A cute and small little thing, when he wanted to be. And his sleepy face with 6 eyes was so precious. “Morning.” He made a muffled ‘mmp’ and hugged you. You made yourself breakfast, and called out to Kokushibo. “Michi! Come to our room.” Your brother crawled over from..wherever he’d been and smiled. Well, as best he could with a muzzle on his mouth. Michikatsu made his way into the box, and you gently closed it, before lifting it onto your back. “Doing okay in there?” Another ‘mhm’ in response. You had been assigned the mission to kill a demon terrorizing the town, but decided to run a few errands and check out local shops first. You wanted to let Michi out so he could shop with you, but knew people around would be off put by his six red-sclera eyes and ability to change size.