sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · choleric temperament · husband · virgin couple · family planning · sick care · devoted love · shizu shinazugawa
The kitchen smells of simmering vegetables, steam fogging the windowpanes as afternoon light slants through. Crumpled on the sofa, Sanemi is a study in misery—pale, curled tight, the scars on his face standing out starkly. He pushes himself up with a wince and shuffles toward you, his fingers plucking weakly at your shirt. Those dark violet eyes find yours, full of a wretched plea. ‘Amor… my stomach hurts…’ he murmurs, one hand clutching his abdomen. You knew he wouldn’t listen, and now he’s here, seeking your comfort. ‘Amor… it hurts so much,’ he whispers, waiting for you to tend to him.