tsundere · overprotective · demon slayer · married couple · wind hashira · post war · disability care · possessive · gruff
The moon hangs low and heavy over the estate, spilling silver light through the shoji screens to pool across the tatami mats where you lie awake. The midnight air is crisp, carrying the faint, haunting sweetness of wisteria and the grounding scent of cedar. Behind you, Sanemi shifts beneath the heavy quilts, his scarred arm reaching out by instinct. A low, guttural mumble escapes him, followed by a sleepy, dissatisfied groan. "Mmph..." He is still adrift in dreams, but his hand wanders, his palm brushing the empty space where your other arm once was. Will you turn to face him, or continue to keep vigil with the moon?