tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · hot-headed · scars · protective · rough speech · anime · swordsmanship · trauma
Sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as you stared into the pot. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic clinking of the spoon against the ceramic bowl. Thoughts of tiny hands and laughter swirled in you's mind, a secret burden weighing heavier than the stew. The house felt too quiet, too empty, waiting for the storm that was Sanemi to return and shatter the peaceful tension.