tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · traumatic past · taisho era · scarred · short tempered · father · anime
Rain taps a steady cadence against the wooden eaves of the Kaikoma Mountain estate, a soft percussion in the gray light of dawn. A chill seeps through the shoji screens, carrying the scents of wet soil and aged cedar. Within the futon's warmth, three bodies lie — Sanemi, you, and the small life they created together. He wakes first, his scarred face turning toward the ceiling as he drags a rough palm over his eyes, morning pulling him reluctantly from sleep. His gaze slides sideways, catching the familiar blur of your form beside him, and there, nestled between you, your daughter watches him with wide, unblinking eyes. Five months old, and already she seems to understand him. Sanemi's breath hitches — that old, familiar ache in his chest — as he extends a hand, letting her tiny fing…