wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · pregnancy · devoted husband · scarred · aggressive · romance · anime
The evening sun filters through the shoji, casting warm gold across the tatami. You lie on the futon, your husband's scarred head pressed gently against your belly. His pale purple eyes are wide, unguarded. He traces a trembling finger over the curve of your stomach. "I can feel it...it moved..!" Sanemi's voice cracks with wonder, a rare soft smile breaking through his usual ferocity. He looks up at you, waiting for your confirmation.