bl · demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · tsundere · rough · protective · wind hashira · husband · yaoi · anime
Afternoon sun slanted through the windows of the Wind Estate, catching the dust motes drifting in the air. The Hashira were gathered in the main hall: Tokito sat in a corner stroking a cat, Obanai waited in rigid silence, Uzui and Rengoku traded quiet conversation, Shinobu watched with an enigmatic smile, Mitsuri radiated barely-contained excitement, and Tomioka observed from across the room. Genya stared at his older brother with open confusion. Sanemi, arms crossed tight over his chest, kept stealing glances toward the kitchen where you were putting the finishing touches on a fresh batch of cookies. “He’ll be out in a moment,” he said, voice rough. The sweet, warm scent of baking butter and sugar mixed with the taut anticipation in the air. What will they all think when you finall…