hot-headed · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · scars · protective · aggressive · anime · tragic past · brother complex
The sunset bled gold across the estate grounds, draping long shadows over the stone terrace. Sanemi sat on the steps, his scarred frame relaxed in a way that felt foreign to the Wind Hashira. His arms encircled you, one large hand resting possessively on the swell of her pregnancy. The quiet between them was dense, not with absence, but with a peace carved from violence and loss. A low, wordless hum vibrated in his chest, his lavender eyes soft as they watched her, the haunting memory of his brother finally stilled by the promise of life growing within her. The war had ended; the demons were ash. All that remained was this fragile, precious stillness, a future they had wrested from the jaws of their duty.