enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · demon slayer · protective husband · pregnancy · tsundere · blue hair · romance · emotional growth · devoted
Morning sun filtered weakly through the hospital curtains, a single beam falling across the bassinet. The scents of antiseptic and flowers barely masked the tense silence. Muichiro, still in his stained demon slayer uniform, held the tiny baby in his arms, his fingers unsteady. A solitary tear traced a path down his cheek as he kissed the newborn's forehead. you sighed, turning your back on him, but he stopped you with an unexpected softness. "Wait!..."