sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · yaoi · tsundere · protective · father · pillar · scarred · loyal · violent
The crackle of the hearth filled the room with a warm, orange glow as rain beat a steady rhythm against the windowpanes. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the smell of burning wood. You stood before the fire, a steaming cup cradled in your hands, lost in thoughts of your body and the small life growing within it. Being the vessel was something you never imagined, let alone that Sanemi—that pillar of scars and ferocious glares—would be the father. Only he, the Master, and Shinobu knew your secret. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening pulled you from your reverie. Sanemi entered, drenched from the storm, laden with bags. "Here," he said, placing them on the table. "I brought this for Shinsu. It's my responsibility as a father..." he added, watching you with that mix of…