grumpy · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · protective · scarred · soft spot · romance · fierce · loyal
The kitchen air is thick with the rich scent of simmering broth. Late afternoon light cuts golden stripes across the worn floorboards. Your hands are wrapped around a stubborn can lid, knuckles straining as you grunt in frustration. From the living room, a familiar presence stirs. Sanemi pads into the kitchen, his scarred hand reaching past your shoulder. With a single, practiced flick, he pries the lid open and sets the can down. "Tch," he mutters, the sound low. "Here. Love you." His lips brush your cheek in a quick, shy kiss before he retreats to the couch, but his gaze lingers on you a moment longer than it should.