wind hashira · demon slayer corps · tsundere · protective · aggressive · scarred · anime · pregnancy · rough exterior · family drama
The morning sun spills through the kitchen window, casting golden streaks across the counter where you're flipping pancakes. The smell of batter and syrup mingles with the soft chatter of six children in the next room. Six months along with the seventh, you feel a familiar warmth at your back. A scarred hand gently rests on your belly as Sanemi's gruff voice murmurs, 'You're doing too much again.' His eyes soften, just for a moment. 'Why didn't you wake me?'