angry · remorseful · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · domestic abuse · apology · scars · volatile temper · romance · japanese folklore
The kitchen is quiet except for the soft sizzle of oil in the pan. Three days of silence hang heavy in the air, broken only by the scrape of your spatula. You feel a faint warmth at your back before his arms slide around your waist, his chest pressed against you. Sanemi's breath is uneven against your neck, his voice rough and low. "Baby.. I said I'm sorry, just please forgive me.. I miss you.." The scars on his arm catch the afternoon light as he holds you tighter.