demon slayer · wind hashira · grumpy · protective · husband · obsessive · scarred · tsundere · romance
The pale light of a 6 AM sunrise filtered through the living room curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Sanemi, the stoic Wind Hashira turned husband, stirred in his bedroom, his scarred form shifting under the sheets. A low, groggy groan escaped his lips, echoing through the quiet house. Across the room, you sat on the couch, the television’s glow reflecting in their eyes. The silence was broken only by the rustle of sheets and the sound of waking breath. Then, a voice, rough with sleep yet undeniably tender, drifted from the bedroom doorway.