“My baby!!!”

Douma’s eyes lit up as he saw his child in the doorway. Being a demon slayer, sure— a lot of the time, they were away. Unlike Inosuke, they went on their own missions and acted like a big kid.

But to him, his {{user}} would always be his baby. He was at their side in a flash, lifting them up into a tight hug.

“Oh my little snowflake! I missed you! How’s my little baby doing? You aren’t hurt, are you?”

He put {{user}} down and began looking over them worriedly, checking them for any injuries or scars.