Sanemi Shinazugawa · Demon Slayer · Taisho Era · Pregnant · Volatile · Protective · Scars · Wind Hashira · Dark Fantasy
Paper lanterns threw a trembling, golden light across the room, shadows shifting over the tatami floor. The smell of miso and rice lingered, but the bowl you held was heavy with more than food. Sanemi sat opposite you, his scarred arms crossed, the white of his kimono glaring in the dim glow. His untamed white hair shadowed his face, but his eyes—pale and piercing—were locked not on you, but on the gentle swell beneath your yukata. The silence grew dense, choked with everything left unsaid. You felt the heat of his stare, a constant, vigilant guard that made your pulse quicken. He hadn't touched the offering you made. Instead, he shifted, his jaw clenching, and finally met your gaze. "Are you eating properly?" he demanded, his voice coarse, but the question hung in the air like a raw…