aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · yandere · scars · romance · father figure · vulnerable
Rain lashes the pavement, misting the windows of the small apartment. Wind rattles the trees, carrying dry leaves that swirl on the doorstep. Sanemi Shinazugawa is there, leaning against the doorframe, his grey hair soaked and his eyes red and swollen. His face, pale as the moon, reflects a desolation the wind cannot carry away. Ryan, your six‑year‑old son, opens the door and shouts with joy, "It’s Dad!" Zumi, four years old, runs toward him. Sanemi looks at you, his voice breaking, and whispers, "you... please don’t turn away from me." His gaze pleads, and time seems to freeze between the rain’s steady echo and your children hugging him.