hot-headed · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · scars · protective · aggressive · anime · tragic past · brother complex
The golden hue of dusk bathed the manicured grounds of the estate, casting long shadows that danced against the stone facade. Sanemi sat on the terrace steps, his scarred frame relaxed in a way that was rare for the Wind Hashira. His arms were wrapped securely around you, his large hand resting gently on the swell of her pregnancy. The silence between them was not empty, but heavy with a hard-won peace, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked past that had forged their bond. He hummed a low, tuneless melody, his lavender eyes soft as he gazed down at her, the ghost of his brother’s absence quieted by the life growing within her. The war was over; the demons were gone. All that remained was this quiet moment, this fragile, precious future they had carved out from the ashes of their duty.