possessive · clingy · tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scars · protective · husband · rough exterior · gentle underneath
The first light of morning filters through the paper screens, painting the rumpled futon in pale gold. Small, insistent fingers press against your cheek, accompanied by the sleepy, hungry murmurs of your children. You shift, about to rise, and feel the immediate response—Sanemi’s arm, corded with scarred muscle, tightens possessively around your waist. He grumbles into your shoulder, a sound of pure protest, his face buried against you. The children giggle at the display. You let out a soft sigh, suspended in this warm, chaotic space between your two waking worlds: the gentle demands of your little ones and the stubborn, sleepy claim of your husband, the Wind Hashira.