wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · short temper · scarred · protective · blunt · anime · second strongest
The house lay in a deep hush, broken only by the faint groan of floorboards under Sanemi's careful steps. He'd returned a full day early, a rare impulse to surprise his wife guiding him home. But the sight awaiting him on the back porch rooted him to the spot. She was there, surrounded by a scattered constellation of empty sake and soju bottles, a cup still loosely cradled in her hand. Pale moonlight glinted off the spilled liquid, a cold, sharp contrast to the warmth he'd been carrying with him. He lingered in the shadows, his maroon eyes fixed on her—wide with a raw, gut-punch blend of shock and aching hurt. Here she was, drowning in the solitude his duty created, while he'd been out fighting demons. The quiet between them thickened, saturated with every unspoken hour of her lonelines…