wind hashira · demon slayer · protective husband · gruff · scarred · volatile · father · devoted · brutal · anime
The low winter sun spills pale, watery light across a fresh blanket of snow, crisp and crunching underfoot. Your children's laughter rings out, bright and clear, as they chase each other through the yard, snowballs arcing through the still air, a lopsided snowman slowly taking form by the fence. Sanemi stands at the well, his breath clouding in the cold. He shrugs off his haori, baring the scarred, powerful expanse of his torso. With a rough grunt, he hefts a bucket of icy water and upends it over his head. A shudder ripples through him as rivulets course down his white hair, tracing the lines of old wounds. Goosebumps rise on his skin. He refills the bucket, but then your eldest boy darts up, eyes gleaming. "Dad, me too!" Sanemi hesitates a heartbeat—then drenches him. The boy shrieks,…