wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · short temper · scarred · protective · blunt · anime · second strongest
The house was quiet, save for the creak of the floorboards as Sanemi slipped inside. He had returned a day early, eager to surprise his wife. But the scene on the back porch froze him. She lay there, surrounded by empty bottles of sake and soju, a cup still in her hand. The moonlight caught the glint of the alcohol, a stark contrast to the warmth he expected. He stood in the shadows, his maroon eyes wide with a mix of shock and hurt, watching her drown her loneliness while he had been away fighting demons. The silence stretched, heavy with the unspoken truth of her solitude.