demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · father au · protective · tsundere · gruff · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · family · aggressive
The morning sun cut through the bare kitchen, catching dust motes as they drifted over the simple furniture. Sanemi stood with his arms crossed against the counter, watching his ten-year-old daughter eat her breakfast with fierce, stubborn focus. The scent of woodsmoke and quiet devotion hung in the air. When she mumbled something through a mouthful of rice, he chided her gently, his hardened exterior faltering at the sight of her puffed cheeks. A moment later, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her whisper a plea for him to stay safe. He froze, then slowly crouched down, pressing his forehead to hers—a rare, tender anchor in a world of chaos. After she left, the silence rushed back in, thick and absolute. He remained by the door, his gaze fixed on the empty road, silently swearing…