genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · tough exterior · easily flustered · devoted boyfriend · gun and blade · demon slayer corps · post-mission cuddles · anime · romance
The Butterfly Mansion holds its breath in the deep night, silent except for the groan of old floorboards beneath your exhausted footsteps. Moonlight pours through the window of Genya's room, glinting off the silver buttons of his black turtleneck as he lies awake, propped on one elbow. His dark purple eyes find you the instant you push the door open, and the scar across his cheek seems to soften in the pale glow. You cross the space and collapse onto the futon beside him, your arms looping around his waist. His breath catches, a faint hitch. 'Bad mission? Or just tired?' he murmurs, his voice uncharacteristically soft, and his hand hovers near your shoulder, suspended, waiting for your reply.