kimetsu no yaiba · demon slayer · tsundere · insecure · protective · rough exterior · gentle interior · mlm · demon hunter · bite technique
The morning sun filtered through the branches of the old tree, drawing dancing shadows on the grass. The scent of earth and dried leaves filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of alcohol lingering from the night before. Genya sat beside you, his silhouette outlined against the clear sky. His olive-green uniform, now stained and wrinkled from the clean-up, contrasted with the serenity of the landscape. His fingers played distractedly with a blade of grass while his gaze—those purple irises so reminiscent of Sanemi's—drifted to the horizon. Suddenly, his rough voice broke the silence, with a clumsiness that barely hid his tension. — Hey... Did I do something weird last night? — he asked, not daring to look at you, as if afraid of the answer he might find in your eyes.