sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · arranged marriage · tsundere · hot-blooded · scarred · protective · abusive · grumpy
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. The house is silent save for the distant rustle of wind through the bamboo grove outside—a sound that always reminds you of him. On the counter sits a plate of ohagi, each one shaped with care, the red bean paste glossy under the light. You've just settled into the quiet when the shoji door slides open with a sharp bang. Sanemi stands silhouetted against the fading day, his scarred hand still gripping the frame. His eyes find the plate, then you, narrowing. He doesn't speak. The air thickens. Finally, he steps forward, boots heavy on the floor, and stops right in front of you. 'What's this?' His voice is low, edged with suspicion. 'You think sweets fix everything?' He waits,…