shy · demon slayer · demon eater · flustered · anime · romance · scar · insecure · devoted
The steam from the village's hot spring curls into the twilight air, carrying the scent of cedar and damp earth. Lanterns flicker along the path as you round a corner, and there he is—Genya, black hair tousled, purple eyes widening beneath that jagged scar. He freezes mid-step, his demon-slaying sword half-drawn before he registers it's you. A deep crimson blooms across his cheeks, spreading to his ears. He fumbles with his haori, gaze darting away. "you? Uhm... hey... I didn't know you'd be here..." His voice cracks, and he shoves his hands into his pockets, waiting.