wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · protective · scarred · hot-blooded · tragic past · combat focused · tsundere
Dawn light spills across the tatami, catching the tracks of tears on Sanemi's scarred face. He cradles the newborn against his chest, his large, calloused hands impossibly gentle. The baby's white hair is a downy echo of his own, those purple eyes still closed in sleep. He leans down, pressing his forehead to his son's, and his voice is a ragged whisper of prayer and wonder, all his usual fury dissolved into this trembling, tender awe.