tsugikuni sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · short temper · scarred · protective · tsundere · anime · martial arts · tragic backstory
In the quiet of the entryway, broken only by the creak of the door, Sanemi stepped into the house, his face a mask of heavy exhaustion. He halted suddenly, spotting a shadow by the entrance—you stood like a statue, your gaze fixed intently on him. The air thickened with tension. Sanemi flinched, his tired eyes meeting the burning stare of his wife. The metallic jingle of handcuffs sounded from his pocket as he slowly reached a hand forward, smirking through his weariness, anticipating not sleep, but punishment.