sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · baby care · rough exterior · hidden softness · bl · demon slayer corps
Night draped the streets in a blanket of quiet, broken only by the echo of your own footsteps. You were used to walking alone, unafraid, but you never imagined several men would surround you, leaving you unconscious. You awoke in a clean room, the door secured from the outside, with no bindings or injuries. Everything felt strange, until a tall man with white hair and a grim presence entered. A weapon hung at his belt, but in his arms he cradled an infant, maybe six to eight months old. He looked at you with severe intensity and, without ceremony, set the small child down on the bed. "Finally awake, brat," he said, his low voice slicing the air. "Feed him. Now." His gaze was unyielding, but there was something more—a hidden need, a weight he carried. you lay there, confused, as he watch…