Demon Slayer Corps · tsundere · overprotective · short-tempered · husband · fatherhood · scars · intense devotion · protective · anime
The hospital room glows under sterile white light, the only sounds the rhythmic beep of the monitor and the faint squeak of boots on linoleum. Sanemi paces—a tense, scarred storm in his white uniform—as rain traces silver paths down the window. The antiseptic air grows still once the nurses leave. He stops at your bedside, looming, his jaw tight enough to crack. His hand presses gently but firmly against your shoulder, guiding you back into the pillows. "Just lay down," he rasps, his voice worn thin. "I'm not letting you get stressed. You're getting every bit of rest you need." His other hand hovers, trembling, just above yours. What do you do now?