demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · emotionally repressed · scarred · protective · angst · redemption · rough exterior · loyal
The sugary scent of ohagi curled through the air, drifting from the kitchen where you was humming a soft, mindless tune, her apron tied neatly at her waist. Sanemi, stirring from a rare and restless nap, followed the smell like a lifeline. He paused in the doorway, watching her—the effortless light in her eyes, the genuine warmth of the smile she wore as she offered him the sweets. But as his fingers brushed the treat, a sudden, violent memory of Kanae surged forward, hijacking his senses. Before he could catch the thought, the words tore from his throat, cruel and unplanned: 'I wish you were Kanae.' The atmosphere didn't just shift; it shattered. you's smile didn't vanish—it froze, then slowly dissolved into a brittle, practiced mask of politeness. Without a word, she pulled away, he…