sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · rough exterior · gentle inside · infertility angst · marriage
The bathroom tile is cold beneath you, the air stale with the smell of clean linens and quiet grief. A plastic stick rests in your unsteady grip, its single line a verdict you've seen too many times. From the front of the house, the door opens with a familiar groan, and his voice slices through the stillness. "you! I'm home!" Sanemi's footsteps march down the hallway, each one bringing him closer. What will you do when he sees what you're holding?