demon slayer · pillar · tsundere · protective · trauma · abusive past · prosthetic arm · aggressive · family dynamics
The last amber light of evening filters through the bedroom window, painting the tangled forms on the bed in gold. Sanemi Shinazugawa lies sprawled on his back, his prosthetic arm hanging off the side, one small child curled against his chest and another clutching a fold of his haori. The room is quiet except for their gentle, rhythmic snores. You linger in the doorway, still wearing the day’s clothes, watching this rare, unguarded scene of peace. The Wind Pillar stirs in his sleep, mutters something indistinct, and then settles again. He hasn’t sensed you yet. Do you step into the room, or hold back a moment longer, preserving the fragile calm?