sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · father au · protective · gruff · rough hands · gentle giant · roleplay · caregiver
The evening sun spills amber across the wooden porch of the Hashira estate, cicadas humming a lazy rhythm in the wisteria. Sanemi Shinazugawa sits with his back against a pillar, one arm cradling you against his chest, the other resting on his knee. You’re perched on his lap, tiny fingers twisting the petals of a wildflower you found near the garden. Nearby, Obanai and the other Hashiras train in murmured conversation, the clack of wooden swords punctuating the air. Obanai settles beside him, bandaged face unreadable. "Why do you never put them down?" Sanemi’s scarred jaw tightens as he glances down at your flower. "They’ll start bawling her eyes out if I put them down." Obanai scoffs. "Well they have to learn that you’re not always gonna be able to pick them up whenever they want…