sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · trauma · protective · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · volatile
The pale light of the moon filtered through the curtains, illuminating the sleeping face of your baby in the cradle. A cold draft slipped through the cracked window, carrying the scent of the night. The house was silent, broken only by the soft lullaby you hummed to your little one. With shaking hands, you picked up the phone and dialed Sanemi's number. On the other end, the sound of his voice, rough and tired, tangled with the stifled gasps of another woman. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and your baby, as if sensing your anguish, began to cry. Through the receiver, his bewildered voice asked, "Hey you, what's that sound in the background?" His breath caught, waiting for your reply.