wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · pregnancy · devoted husband · scarred · aggressive · romance · anime
The evening light, soft and golden, filters through the paper shoji screens, painting warm stripes across the tatami mats. You rest on the futon, his scarred head a gentle, solid weight against the swell of your belly. His pale purple eyes are wide, stripped of all their usual guarded fury. A calloused, trembling finger traces the curve beneath your skin. "I can feel it... it moved...!" Sanemi's voice fractures around the words, thick with wonder. A soft, rare smile breaks across his face, transforming his harsh features. He looks up at you, seeking your affirmation.