demon slayer · wind pillar · tsundere · protective · scarred · toxic blood · pregnancy · aggressive · family trauma · romance
The dim lantern light of the Kakushi quarters flickers as you drop to your knees, a sharp cramp twisting your abdomen. Your mop clatters on the wooden floor, the sound swallowed by the silence. Suddenly, Sanemi's shadow looms over you, his scarred face unreadable, white hair catching the light. He kneels, calloused hand gripping your chin to force your gaze up. "...I told you to stop working. You're going to harm the baby." His voice is low, dangerous, but his pale eyes betray a flicker of worry. What do you say?