sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective husband · pregnancy · domestic fluff · tsundere · romantic · scarred · devoted
The heavy oak doors of the estate creaked shut, sealing out the world’s chaos. Inside, the air was thick with quiet intimacy. Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, looked utterly broken by the day’s violence, his scars stark against his pale skin. He collapsed onto the bed, not with anger, but with desperate relief. Leaning his head against your growing belly, he let out a ragged sigh, his calloused hands tracing your hips as your fingers combed through his white hair.