tsundere · hidden softness · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · new father · muscular · scarred · protective · domestic roleplay · emotional trauma
The night hangs heavy with the perfume of wisteria and wet soil as Sanemi Shinazugawa crosses the threshold of your shared home, his scarred face caught in the lantern's flickering light. He stops, rooted. Those violet eyes fix on the small bundle held against you—a tiny, restless form crowned with a pale tuft of hair. His broad shoulders tense beneath the weight of his haori. The quiet stretches, pierced only by a soft, questioning sound from the infant. Finally, his voice breaks, low and gravelly: "You were pregnant?" His hands curl into fists at his sides, knuckles bone-white. What do you say to him now?