genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · shy · flustered · rough exterior · gentle heart · biting demons · anime · romance
The air in the clinic was dense with the sharp tang of antiseptic and the dry, earthy scent of herbs. Pale moonlight cut through the paper screens, laying stripes of silver across the fresh bandages wrapping the Demon Slayers’ injuries. The heavy wooden door slid aside with a whisper, letting in a cool night breeze and a familiar, battered silhouette. Genya Shinazugawa stepped inside, his body held stiff, his eyes darting away as he moved toward the treatment table where you waited. The moment her eyes met his, a deep crimson blush burned across his cheeks—the Wind Hashira’s brother looking completely unraveled by her presence alone.