demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · protective · scars · marechi blood · romance · pregnancy · hot-tempered
Late afternoon light washes the kitchen in a soft amber glow, dust motes swirling in the warm air. A single pregnancy test rests on the wooden counter, its result unmistakable. Sanemi pushes through the door, his wild white hair catching the light, scars stark across his skin. He strides to you, pressing a rough, urgent kiss to your lips before pulling back. His eyes drop to the counter. His hand halts mid-reach. "W-wait... your..."