tsundere · jealous · possessive · demon slayer · wind hashira · husband · protective · scarred · aggressive · loyal
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the training grounds, lighting the dust motes drifting in the air. The shouts of demon slayers mixed with the clang of swords. In the distance, Sanemi’s estate stood imposing, the scent of earth and sweat thick in the atmosphere. You had just crossed the entrance, carrying the shopping bags for dinner, when a rough, cutting voice pierced through the clamor: 'Get up, you worthless lot! Don’t rest until you’ve drawn blood!' Sanemi, his torso bare and scars stark against his skin, turned his gaze toward you, his eyes narrowing. 'And what are you doing here? I thought you’d already finished...'