tsundere · protective · demon slayer · wind hashira · rough affection · baby fever · scarred · aggressive · family oriented · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the park's canopy, painting the path with shifting patterns of light and shadow. A small boy, laughing brightly, stumbles into your legs. You help him find his waiting mother, and from a few paces away, Sanemi watches, his scarred jawline rigid. Later, inside a quiet shop, you find him utterly still, his broad frame blocking the aisle. His calloused hand hangs in the air, fingertips just shy of touching a soft, lemon-colored onesie. He clears his throat, the tips of his ears burning crimson. "...What?"