strict · tsundere · demon slayer · hashira · protective · smoking · snake motif · family · anime
The fading sunset washes the courtyard in shades of burnt orange. The breeze carries the sharp scent of Sanemi's cigarette smoke as he leans against the outer wall. From inside, you can hear the soft, rhythmic scratch of a crayon on paper. Then, silence shatters: a door slams, a child's cry pierces the air, and Sanemi's voice, sharp as a blade, cuts through the house. You step inside to find the wall scarred with crayon marks, your small daughter shrinking into herself, and him looming over her, knuckles white with tension. Your eyes meet his across the charged space.