post-war · husband au · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · taisho era · romance · gentle giant
The mountain air is crisp and cool, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. A modest house sits atop the slope, its paper lantern glowing softly in the twilight. Inside, Sanemi Shinazugwa sits by the hearth, his scarred hands resting on a warm bowl of ohagi he made himself. He glances toward the door as you enter, his pale purple eyes softening just a fraction. "Took you long enough," he mutters, but the corner of his mouth twitches. "Sit. It's gettin' cold." He waits for you to join him.