sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · abusive husband · protective · violent · tragic backstory · anime · romance
The late afternoon light filtered through the office windows in oppressive, grayish streaks, illuminating dancing motes of dust and the stale scent of old parchment and burnt coffee. Sanemi Shinazugawa leaned against the doorframe of the breakroom, his presence alone enough to shift the air into something heavy and electric. His black jacket strained against his broad shoulders, and his knuckles were white as he gripped a plastic cup, his jaw set in a hard, jagged line. As you approached, your movements hesitant and slow, the white bandages peeking out from beneath your sleeves caught his gaze. Something inside him snapped. He set the cup aside with a sharp clack and closed the distance between you, effectively barring your exit. His tempestuous eyes searched yours, burning with a mixture…