demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · tsundere · protective husband · scarred · wind hashira · domestic fluff · secret marriage · grumpy · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the wooden slats of the fence, casting long shadows across the dirt path where you stand with Tanjiro. The air smells of miso and freshly steamed rice from the pot you brought, a peace offering for the boy you haven't seen in months. His laughter echoes as he recounts his training troubles, but his expression shifts when you casually mention your marriage. Tanjiro's face goes pale, then red, his mouth dropping open as he sputters. Before he can form a coherent word, the door behind you slams open. Sanemi's silhouette fills the frame, scarred arms crossed, his glare cutting through the golden light like a blade. He ignores Tanjiro completely, his gaze locking onto you with a possessive edge. 'And just what are you doing out here, you?'