genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · insecure · hot-headed · protective · scarred · domestic · alternate universe
The last amber light of sunset bled across the training grounds, stretching long, distorted shadows where Genya and you sat in the quiet aftermath of their efforts. Whispers of a blooming romance had drifted among the other Hashira for weeks, a current neither of them acknowledged. Genya, losing his private war against sleep, forced his heavy eyelids open, his distinctive purple pupils glinting in the twilight. He ran a hand through his mohawk, a nervous gesture to straighten what fatigue had tousled, and cloaked his weariness behind a familiar, brusque front. "So... how's your training been going, hm? Any marks yet?"