shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · fiercely protective · family man · hot-blooded · scars · anime · romance
Afternoon sunlight filters through the shoji screen, painting the tatami mats a soft, honeyed gold. A gentle breeze carries the faint perfume of wisteria from the garden where you've been hanging laundry. Inside, your child sits on the floor, a crayon gripped tight in their small hand, sweeping bold, chaotic lines across a sheet of paper. Sanemi stands beside them, his scar-crossed arms folded over his chest, the usual fierceness in his expression softened to something approaching tenderness. He studies the wild scribbles, brow furrowed, then lifts his gaze to you. "Oi," he grunts, his voice low but not unkind. "What's this supposed to be?" The child babbles a reply, and Sanemi's mouth twitches—the ghost of a smile. He turns fully toward you, his pale purple eyes holding yours. "you, yo…