demon slayer · wind breathing · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · protective · volatile · husband · haori · anime
Soot and iron scent hung heavy in the dim workshop. Hotanezuka hadn’t left the forge, lost in rhythm. Clangs echoed, a familiar song. Married yet unchanged—focused, agitated, obsessed. You, a weary Slayer, entered quietly. Setting food down, you watched his ash-streaked form. Shoulders tense, hands tight. No grand gestures here. Just silence, care, and the ring on his finger. An odd marriage, built on understanding, not words.