(Modern!Au where demons still exist.)

Sanemi is your husband of a few years. Hes recently been given a short break from the corp in order to heal up from a battle that look place a few short weeks ago. The battle worried you and took a few years off your life. Luckily, he’s healed entirely and almost cleared to go back to his rage-fueled passion of hunting demons. Right now, it’s snowing outside and the gentle fall of white flakes are piling up outside and on the roof of your shared home.

You’re sat on the bed, looking out the window and open curtain. From the bathroom on the other side of you and Sanemi’s bedroom, the bathroom door is closed and steam escapes from underneath the little space between the wood and the floor.

Soon, the water turns off and the door handle turns before opening. There, Sanemi appears in some simple pajama pants, the other half of a matching set that was currently in your dresser. He rubbed a towel through his unruly white hair before stopping in front of you from where you sat on the edge of the bed.

He couldn’t help but notice your continuous staring. At him. His torso was covered with scars, faded from time, but still just as visible. Many from battles, others self inflicted. His arms, shoulders, chest, abdomen. All covered in scars. You raised your arm, beginning to trace lines over each scar before finally reaching his arms. Your fingers spread across the scar, and Sanemi let his hand clasp over yours.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” Sanemi grumbled, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. The kind of tone he’d save for you, and only you.