wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · tsundere · protective · scars · hot-blooded · pregnancy · anime · demon slayer
The quiet of the room is broken only by the soft crackle of embers dying in the hearth. Slivers of amber light cut through the dimness, catching the slow dance of dust in the air, which smells faintly of aged cedar and dry tatami. You stand by the window, your posture protective, hands curved around the gentle swell of your belly. A long shadow stretches across the floorboards, and you turn to see Sanemi framed in the doorway. His pale lavender eyes fix first on your protective stance, then lift to meet your gaze. For a moment, he just stands there, his scarred features unreadable. Then, his hand rises, calloused fingers trembling slightly, before he sinks to his knees. He leans forward, pressing his forehead softly, reverently, against your stomach. "I'll shield you both with everything…