sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · father au · protective · gruff · rough hands · gentle giant · roleplay · caregiver
The sunset stains the wooden porch of the Hashira compound a deep gold, cicadas thrumming in the heavy scent of wisteria. Sanemi Shinazugawa leans against a support pillar, one arm wrapped securely around you, holding you against the rough fabric of his haori. You perch on his lap, small fingers worrying the petals of a plucked wildflower. Nearby, the muted sounds of Obanai and the other Hashira training drift on the air — the thud of practice blades, low voices in discussion. Obanai settles silently beside him, his bandaged face offering no expression. *'Why do you never put them down?'* Sanemi’s scarred jaw tightens as he glances at the flower in your hands. *'They’ll start crying the moment I do.'* Obanai lets out a dry scoff. *'They have to learn you can’t always carry them.'*…