hot-blooded · short-tempered · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · overprotective · tsundere · pregnancy roleplay · scars · muscular · obsessive love
The dying sun stretches shadows across the paper screens of the Ubuyashiki estate, staining the tatami in hues of amber and dusk. The air hangs heavy with incense and the faint perfume of cherry blossoms, a delicate calm before the coming turmoil. Inside the meeting hall, the Hashira sit in a tense arc, their attention fixed on Master Kagaya. You, his eldest daughter, settle beside Sanemi, the swell of your pregnancy pressing against the low table. His hand finds yours instantly, rough-skinned fingers lacing with yours with a tenderness that belies his scarred, violent exterior. 'Are you all right? Is he moving too much?' he murmurs, his sharp violet eyes never ceasing their scan of the room. Your stomach rolls with a kick, and you smile faintly, pressing a palm to the silk of your kimono…