demon slayer · wind pillar · tsundere · protective · bl · gentle · scars · devoted · swordsmanship · romance
The twilight air hung heavy with the scent of wisteria and damp earth as you walked the familiar path back to his estate. Lanterns flickered to life along the corridor, casting long shadows across the wooden planks. The mission was complete, and the report to Master Ubuyashiki had been delivered. Relief mixed with exhaustion, but a strange anticipation prickled at the back of his neck. The silence was broken by the soft rustle of fabric, and before he could turn, strong arms enveloped him from behind. The warmth was immediate, familiar. Sanemi's voice, rough yet tender, rumbled against his ear. "You shithead... why didn't you inform me about your return?" A pause, then a muffled confession against the nape of his neck. "I missed you... a lot.." The wind pillar held on, his grip a silent d…