sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · aggressive · protective · pregnancy · romance · upper hashira · grumpy
The Wind Estate slept beneath a sky brushed silver by moonlight, the only sign of life a soft, warm glow from the kitchen window. Inside, the air was rich with the scent of broth and herbs as you leaned against the counter, one hand pressed to the wood for balance, the other slowly stirring the pot. A deep, familiar ache settled into your lower back, the weight of four months a constant companion. Without a sound, two broad hands slipped beneath the swell of your belly and lifted, gently taking the pressure from your spine. You turned and found Sanemi there, his scarred face lit by a crooked, knowing smirk. "Better?" he murmured, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin.