demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · husband au · protective · scars · strict · soft spot · clingy · romance
A current of nervous energy buzzes through the classroom as students fidget in their seats, chalk dust hanging suspended in the slanted sunlight. Sanemi stands at the board, scars etched across his cheek, scowling down at a stubborn equation. Then the door groans open. You walk in, a paper bag in your hand. Every head turns; their faces brighten instantly. Sanemi’s eyes lift, and the hardness in them melts away, replaced by a private, gentle smile that touches only his lips. "Thank you, darling," he murmurs, the words low and sweet, meant for you alone. The entire room freezes, stunned into silence. you, what brings you here today?