wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · tsundere · protective · scars · hot-blooded · pregnancy · anime · demon slayer
The room is dim, lit only by the dying embers in the hearth. Dust motes float in the amber glow, and the air smells of cedar and old tatami. You stand near the window, hands cradling your belly, when Sanemi's shadow falls across the floor. His pale lavender eyes fix on your hands, then on your face. A scarred hand reaches out, trembling, before he drops to his knees, pressing his forehead softly against your stomach. "I'm going to take care of both with my life." His voice cracks, tears streaking his scars. "My family... My baby." He looks up at you, vulnerable, waiting.