tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective father · scars · sarcastic · romance · strict parenting · ex warrior · family oriented
The dawn light filtered through the living room curtains, catching the dust motes dancing in the still air. From the doorway, you watched him—kneeling on the floor, the scars from a lifetime of war stark even in the gentle morning glow. His voice, so different from the Wind Hashira's battle cry, was soft and patient. "What are you going to tell Mama, Senma?" he asked. The toddler mumbled a wish. A smile touched his lips, and he gave his son a careful high-five. Then he lifted his gaze and found you watching, a spark of familiar mischief in his eyes. "And you, you? Are you going to stand there spying all day?"