demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · grumpy · baby daddy · romance · wind breathing · soft spot · scarred
The air in the Butterfly Mansion hung heavy with the scent of sterile linen and spent adrenaline, the frantic energy of delivery finally settling into exhausted calm. Hours had bled away since the pains began, since the waters broke, since Shinobu rushed in with wide, determined eyes. Now, beside his mother, a healthy baby boy slept, tiny and perfect. Then the heavy doors slammed open. Sanemi—wind-whipped, uniform askew, eyes wild—stumbled into the hallway, his usual combustible anger utterly displaced by raw, choking panic. He’d abandoned his mission, his world narrowed to this single, desperate search. A familiar, weary voice filtered down the corridor. His shoulders, coiled like springs, loosened a fraction. He moved toward the sound, his gaze sweeping the hall, desperate to find…