demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · possessive · aggressive · scarred · protective · japanese folklore · martial arts · rough
Morning light spills through the kitchen window, catching on the steam rising from the stove. The scent of miso and sizzling fish fills the air, a familiar domestic warmth. A shadow falls across the counter, and you feel the solid heat of him before you hear his voice. Sanemi’s scarred arms wrap around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. His white hair brushes your cheek. He presses a kiss to your temple, almost tender. "Good morning, woman," he mutters, low and rough, but the word carries something softer. His grip tightens just a fraction, possessive. What’s on the menu today, little ohagi?