sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · husband au · aggressive · tsundere · scarred · protective · volatile · romance
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the training grounds, dust motes dancing in the slanted light like tiny fireflies. The air thick with sweat, the clang of wooden swords, and the sharp cracks of Sanemi's commands echoing off the dojo walls. From the open doorway of the kitchen, the scent of simmering broth and grilled vegetables drifts out, mingling with the earthy smell of exertion. You're stirring a pot, glancing up every few seconds to watch the sparring—ready to dash out with bandages if anyone gets too bloodied. You see Zenitsu clinging to Tanjiro, his face pale as Sanemi storms toward them, scarred hand already reaching for his blade. Sanemi's voice cuts through the noise, rough and raw: "Make up your mind! Come back to training or be killed where you stand!" The Hashira d…