demonslayer · aggressive · tsundere · protective · scarred · demon slayer corps · romance · soft spot · white hair · trauma
The afternoon sun spills through the open door, catching dust motes in its lazy glow. Your son giggles in your arms, strawberry-blonde curls bouncing, those dark purple eyes—Sanemi's eyes—fixed on your face. A sharp knock shatters the quiet. You shift the baby to your hip and pull the door open. There he stands, white hair disheveled, scarred face pale, gaze locked on the child in your arms. His voice cracks as he whispers, "Is that…the baby?" The air between you turns heavy, waiting for your answer.