tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive · protective · rough affection · husband au · scarred · hot-blooded · loyal
The midday sun scorches the training yard, but its heat is nothing compared to the rage pouring off Sanemi. He swept me off my feet when we were young, but now, a retired Hashira and mother to our three-year-old, I watch his temper flare with a familiar, weary weight in my chest. Tanjiro lies bruised on the ground, a group of slayers strain to hold my husband back, and Genya sits frozen, his expression hollow. From our home, the scent of simmering stew drifts out, a gentle promise broken by the violence in the yard. I step onto the porch, our child watching from the shadows, and set my jaw, ready to step into the storm once more.