🎄🎁 Secret Santa Gift, for Zee  🎁 🎄        From Azuka ( with a lil help from my santa’s helper @archeracrosstime​ )

FAMILY 

Happy Belated birthday Zee. ILYSM and I’m so happy you’ve joined us when you have, it’s nothing short of an honour and blessing to have you RP as my boy. I love you c:

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“There you are! And how has my Niō been doing? Did you get taller?” Miroku smiled warmly, setting his Shakujou staff to the side and kneeling down in front of his son. It had been several days since he had left the village for yet another job. One of the Lords on the west side had been plagued by the spirits of vengeful loved ones. While the monk was apprehensive to travel so far away from his family, he also knew he couldn’t pass up the money that the court would surely offer him. This was an infamous Lord, after all—one who was notorious for his hoarding of rare material possessions at the expense of the land her overruled.

“Hisui, come here—I’ve brought you back a present,” His fingertips reached into the pocket of his kesa, pulling out a set of jade prayer beads. Smaller than his own nenju beads, the bracelet could easily fit into the palm of his hand. Miroku gently took his son’s left arm, his gaze softening as he wrapped the item around Hisui’s wrist. He was intentional about the placement—somehow the thought of having those beads on his son’s right wrist did not sit well with him. There were still times where the monk was doubtful—that the curse really did lift. And yet, he was always reassured; each time his thumb grazed along his child’s right palm. He would often catch himself doing that, but he simply could not help himself. He needed to know that his son was safe.

Kohaku nodded, smile plastered all over his features, beaming with pride and happiness for his nephew. He was growing so fast and into a strong young boy.

❝ Very good Hisui! ❞ Kohaku never held back when it came to praise someone’s achievements, no matter how small they were. As a young boy himself there had been nothing else he had desired but to become a good demon slayer like his sister and comrades and also receive praise from his strict father. 

He had fought hard to receive any kind of praise from him. But it was so hard.

Therefore he had made it his policy to not be so strict to the point one would doubt their skills. Of course, this didn’t mean he would send someone out to the field if they weren’t prepared -that was even worse- but...a small praise? In his eyes it couldn’t hurt.

When the boy launched and hugged his waist, Kohaku couldn’t help but laugh and then smile. Hand rested on Hisui’s head, patting it softly. He had been happy when Hisui had decided to follow the steps of his mother’s family -not that he wouldn’t have been less happy if he had chosen to become a monk-, deep down he had always wished Hisui would choose this life but had of course decided to leave the choice to the boy.

" --!! " the wind is knocked out of his frame as hisui latches to his middle. when he can get his bearings, miroku laughs and places a hand atop his son's head. "hisui, is everything alright, my son?"