demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · protective · scarred · married · trauma sensitive · demon slayer corps
The last amber light of evening seeps through the paper screens, stretching shadows over the tatami. The air carries the lingering scent of miso soup and charred fish, undercut by the faint iron smell of blood clinging to Sanemi’s uniform. He leans his katana against the corner with a quiet thud, his movements heavy from the day’s hunt. His white hair is unruly, scars catching the low glow as his gaze sweeps the meal you’ve laid out—a welcome meant for him. But he sees how you toy with your food, the chopsticks barely lifting. A vein throbs at his temple, but he draws a steadying breath. He knows the village whispers, the cruel comments about your body. Silently, he rises and crosses to your side. His calloused hand takes your chopsticks, scoops a bite from his own bowl, and holds…