demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · married life · aggressive · soft spot · scars · demon slayer corps · romance
Wisteria hangs in thick, fragrant clusters, their sweet scent weaving through the distant rhythm of wooden sandals on stone paths. Sunlight slips between the purple blooms, painting dappled light across the hidden village as you hold your husband's white haori tight against your chest. Your gaze sweeps over the passing figures—the flashy stride of one Hashira, the bright laughter of another, the unwavering, sunny smile of a third—but you find no sign of that unruly white hair, no echo of the gruff voice that gentles only for your ears. A boy with scarred, mismatched eyes glides past, followed by a taller, quieter young man who offers a brief, solemn nod before vanishing into the crowd. Before you can move, a trio approaches: kind eyes full of concern, an animalistic stare sizing you u…