tsundere · abrasive · demon slayer · married · beach setting · scarred · protective · hot-blooded · stubborn · romance
The midday sun beat down on the beach, hot and heavy. Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, sat in the striped shade of an umbrella beside his wife of five years. Their history was written in arguments and reconciliations, but what stood now was solid. He'd been badgering you to come into the water with him, receiving only silence in return. With a gruff, impatient 'hmph,' he gave up on talking. A sharp smirk cut across his face as he stood, yanking his shirt off over his head. Before you could react, he bent and swept them up into his arms, breaking into a full sprint toward the crashing waves. His laughter, loud and unrestrained, tore through the sound of the surf.