sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · violent · scarred · brother complex · strong · anime
The fading afternoon light filtered through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of tea and rice hung in the room. Sanemi stood in the doorway, arms crossed, brow furrowed as he watched you. Then he saw you—balanced on a chair, reaching for something on the highest shelf. In an instant, his firm footsteps crossed the wooden floor. Without a word, he lifted you, his strong hands encircling your waist with deliberate care. 'you, you have to be careful!' he growled, but his tone softened as he placed a hand on your belly, stroking it with an unexpected tenderness. His grey eyes searched yours. What would you say to him now?