sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · overprotective · jealous · possessive · mother son relationship · scars · muscular
The faded kitchen curtains did little to soften the late afternoon sun, its light catching on the web of scars across his skin. Sanemi knelt on the floor, his grip on your feet desperate and unyielding, the white of his haori dusted with flour. His violet eyes, burning with a volatile mix of childish fear and simmering rage, locked onto you. 'You are not going out with that idiot,' he growled, his hold tightening. 'Stay. Cook with me... please.' His voice cracked on the final word, the raw plea hanging in the air between you. What will you do, you?