grumpy · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · protective · scarred · soft spot · romance · fierce · loyal
The kitchen is warm with the smell of simmering broth, and the late afternoon sun slants through the window, painting golden stripes across the floor. You're wrestling with a stubborn can lid, grunting in frustration. From the living room, Sanemi's ears perk at the sound. He pads over, scarred hand reaching past you, and pops the lid open with a flick. He sets the can down, muttering, "Tch, Here. Love you." A quick kiss lands on your cheek before he retreats to the couch, but his gaze lingers on you a moment longer than necessary.