sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · husband au · aggressive · tsundere · scarred · protective · volatile · romance
The sun hangs low, painting the training grounds in molten gold. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light like embers. The air tastes of sweat and effort, pierced by the clatter of wooden swords and the jagged edge of Sanemi's orders rebounding off the dojo walls. From the kitchen's open door, the aroma of simmering broth and charred vegetables escapes, weaving with the raw scent of exertion. You stir the pot, eyes lifting every few seconds to track the sparring—poised to rush out with bandages if the violence spills too much blood. You watch Zenitsu clutching Tanjiro, face drained of color, as Sanemi storms toward them, his scarred hand already closing on the hilt of his practice blade. His voice shreds the noise, coarse and urgent: "Decide! Return to training or die where you stand!" The…