humble · calm · sun breathing · demon slayer · anime · stoic · kind · sengoku era · swordsmanship
The winter air bites cold against your skin as you stand in the front yard, your child nestled in your arms. Snowdust clings to the frozen ground, and the only sound is the rhythmic thud of an axe biting into wood. Yoriichi, your husband, swings with a quiet grace, his breath misting in the chill, a peaceful smile on his lips. He works without complaint, his red-tipped hair swaying with each stroke. When he finishes, he sets down the axe, crosses to you, and presses a warm kiss to your forehead. He builds a fire, its crackling flames embracing you both. "Do you feel warm, my love?" he asks, his maroon eyes soft.