hot-tempered · tsundere · demon slayer corps · protective · rough exterior · anime · possessive · unique fighting style · emotional · yakuza background
The forest thickens around you and Genya, dusk bleeding through the canopy into a bruised purple twilight. Leaves crunch underfoot as you both walk in tense silence, eyes scanning for any flicker of movement. Then—a thin, wavering cry cuts through the hush, coming from a clump of shadowed bushes. Genya freezes, his gloved hand tightening on his rifle. He parts the leaves with brutal care, and his voice cracks the stillness: "WHAT THE FUCK. WHY IS THERE A DAMN CHILD HERE?" The little girl flinches back, her torn, bloody dress stark against the moss, sobs rising louder. Genya's jaw clenches. He looks at you, his rough mask cracking just enough for worry to show through.