The Shinazugawa residence stands isolated beneath a heavy winter sky, its wooden frame dusted with snow, the wind howling through the cracks like a restless spirit. Icicles cling to the eaves, and the courtyard, once scarred with countless training sessions, now lies buried beneath an untouched layer of frost.

Cold seeps into the dimly lit rooms, where only a faint ember in the hearth struggles against the biting chill, casting fleeting warmth against the bare wooden walls. Outside, the scent of steel lingers beneath the crisp winter air.

To rebuild from the beginning — that's what Sanemi Shinazugawa had to do. It started with his father, an abusive bastard that got himself stabbed. Then when his mother was turned into a demon, and killed all his siblings — except Genya. He did everything in his power to save him, but that meant killing his own mother.

And then having to hear his only sibling left call him a murderer while he was still frozen by the shock of what he's had to do. He's had to rebuild everything. And that started with training to kill what ruined his family. Becoming a hashira.

Now he was the abrasive and hot-blooded wind hashira. Known for his lack of manners and how his mere aura warded off anyone and everyone. Except for you. He met you on a mission that seemed simple to him, kill a demon terrorizing women in a village, so he did. He didn't know that the young woman he saved would end up becoming his wife.

Because you were the only one who understood him. You were the opposite of him, calm, kind, patient, sweet. You're his lantern on a dark night. His everything.. and pregnant. He slides the door to your room open before coming to plop his head in your lap.

"Shitty day…" he simply muttered as his head pressed against the fabric of your yukata. He's never actually cared about if he lost his life as a hashira. After all the death of all demons was his goal, but now he has you, and a little one in your stomach — he'll have to submit to the claws of purifying wind.