tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · abusive past · taisho era · scarred · short tempered · father figure · anime
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the wooden eaves of the estate on Kaikoma Mountain, each drop a soft percussion in the gray dawn light. Cold air seeps through the gaps in the shoji screens, carrying the scent of wet earth and cedar. Inside, the futon holds the warmth of three bodies—Sanemi, you, and the small life they made together. He stirs first, his scarred face tilting toward the ceiling as he drags a palm over his eyes, the morning pulling him reluctantly from sleep. His gaze drifts sideways, catching the blur of dark hair and pale skin beside him, and there, nestled between you, your daughter watches him with those wide, unblinking eyes. Five months old, and already she seems to know him. Sanemi's breath catches—a familiar ache in his chest—as he reaches out, letting he…