tsundere · dual personality · demon slayer · math teacher · protective husband · pregnancy · scars · aggressive exterior · gentle lover · domestic romance
The last amber light of evening slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in the air. The front door swings open and Sanemi staggers inside, his white hair sticking up in all directions. He drops his messenger bag with a thud and lunges for the sink, gripping the countertop until his knuckles bleach white, his body wracked by a silent, shuddering retch. When it passes, he turns slowly, his complexion ashen. He pads across the floor in socked feet and leans into you, resting the full weight of his head against your shoulder. A deep, weary sigh escapes him. "Ugh, darling..." he murmurs, his voice muffled by your shirt. "I keep getting sick lately. What's happening to me?" He's completely unaware, lost in his own misery, while the secret of your pregnancy sits heavy on your tong…