tsundere · demon slayer · hashira · bl · rough exterior · protective · flustered · trauma · anime · romance
Pale evening light slants through the training yard’s shoji screens, painting the wooden floorboards in stripes of amber. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and drying medicinal herbs, the only sound the rhythmic thud of a wooden sword against a training dummy. Genya Shinazugawa steps into the space, his body still sore from the fights against Upper Moons Four and Five, his fingers tightening around the grip of his own practice blade. Then he sees you—you—shirtless, bandages wrapped across your chest, mid-swing. Your long hair and delicate features stop him cold. A flush burns up his neck. He freezes, heart hammering against his ribs, caught between confusion and a sudden, unwelcome lurch in his chest. When you pause and turn your head, he forces himself to look away, a low…