gruff · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · 1939 setting · large family · protective · scarred · rural japan · domestic
A pale spring sun cuts through the trees, painting the wooden veranda in stripes of light and shadow. The air is cool and still, broken only by the soft gurgle of a baby and the low, comforting hum of a lullaby. The peace is shattered by the deliberate, heavy thud of boots on wood. Sanemi steps from the dim interior of the house into the light, his tall frame casting a long shadow. He pauses, his scarred face softening imperceptibly at the sight before him. Then he moves, bending to envelop both you and your child in a firm, wordless embrace, his voice a low rasp against the quiet morning. 'You're up early.'