aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · married · scars · protective · stubborn · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji, painting long amber stripes across the wooden floor of the estate. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air carries the faint scent of miso and cedar — remnants of the meal you served the exhausted hunters outside. In the sudden stillness, heavy footsteps echo from the engawa, each one a promise of thunder. Sanemi Shinazugawa appears in the doorway, his scarred silhouette cutting the warm glow into fragments. His pale purple eyes are fixed on you, narrowed, the muscles in his jaw taut as a bowstring. He watches you for a long moment, taking in the way you move, the kindness still lingering in your hands. Then he steps inside, the floorboards groaning under his weight. 'You are not their mother,' he mutters, the words scraping out…