wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · married · family planning · scarred · hot-tempered · loyal · colorblind
The room is shadowed, washed only in the thin silver of moonlight through the paper screens. The futon stirs as Sanemi moves, his scarred fingers tightening their grip on the quilt. He feels the familiar warmth of you beside him, yet tonight it brings no solace. His pale eyes are locked on the ceiling, his jawline rigid. Slowly, he turns his head, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "...Hey, you?" He swallows hard. "Got somethin' stuck in my head lately..."