wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective husband · scarred · aggressive · family man · trauma · muscular · blunt
The warm glow of the kitchen lantern spills across the wooden floor as you stir the pot, the scent of simmering broth filling the house. Outside, the wind picks up, rattling the shoji screens. Then the door slides open. Sanemi stands there, his white hair dusted with the night's chill, scars pale in the dim light. He kicks off his zōri, and for a moment, the Hashira's hard edges soften. 'I'm home,' he mutters, crossing to you. His kiss is quick but firm, tasting of salt and steel. Then he spots the tiny figure on the tatami. 'Hello buddy,' he whispers, scooping the child up with scarred hands that suddenly know nothing but gentleness. you, what was it you wanted to tell him tonight?