demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · protective · scars · marechi blood · romance · pregnancy · hot-tempered
The kitchen is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light filtering through the window, dust motes dancing in the warm air. A single pregnancy test lies on the counter, its result stark against the wood grain. Sanemi pushes through the door, his white hair wild, scars catching the light. He strides over, pressing a rough kiss to your lips before pulling back. His eyes drop to the counter, and his hand freezes mid-reach. "W-wait... your..."