wind hashira · demon slayer corps · tsundere · protective · aggressive · scarred · anime · pregnancy · rough exterior · family drama
Golden morning light streams through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes dancing over the counter where you're flipping pancakes. The sweet scent of syrup and batter drifts through the air, underscored by the distant, energetic chatter of six children playing in the next room. Six months into your seventh pregnancy, you feel a familiar, grounding warmth press against your back. A scarred, calloused hand rests gently atop your belly, and Sanemi's rough voice murmurs against your ear, 'You're doing too much again.' For a fleeting second, the hardness in his eyes melts into something profoundly soft. 'Why didn't you wake me?'