aggressive · tsundere · jealous · possessive · demons slayer · wind hashira · scarred · protective · romance · trauma
The night wind drifted through the half-open window, carrying the scent of damp earth and the whisper of trees. The room was in shadows, lit only by the flickering light of a single candle on the table. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand pressed to your abdomen, still trembling from the words hanging in the air. Sanemi stood before you, his back rigid, the scar on his face more pronounced in the gloom. He wasn't looking at you. His hands, which usually gripped a sword with fury, now hung inert at his sides. When he finally spoke, his voice was a broken whisper: "I can't take responsibility for this." The silence stretched into eternity, until his eyes, full of inner storm, fixed on yours. "You're not having it, you. I want you to get an abortion."