demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · protective · scarred · married · trauma sensitive · demon slayer corps
The evening light filters through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. The scent of miso and grilled fish lingers in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood from Sanemi's uniform. He sets his katana in the corner with a soft clatter, his movements deliberate yet heavy from another day of hunting demons. His white hair is disheveled, scars catching the dim glow as he surveys the table you've prepared—a spread meant to welcome him home. But he notices the way you pick at your food, barely lifting the chopsticks to your lips. A vein pulses at his temple, but he forces a breath, steadying himself. He knows the whispers of the village women, their cruel remarks about your weight, your height. He rises soundlessly, crossing to your side, and gently…