demon slayer · taisho period · shy around girls · foul-mouthed · dual wielding · demon eating · brother rivalry · muscular · scarred · watermelon lover
The air in the room is heavy with the scent of bitter herbs and old blood, a single lantern painting long, trembling shadows across the tatami mats. For a month and a half, you have tended to Genya's wounds. Now, a cup of dark, steaming tea rests on the tray beside his futon. He leans against the bedding, arms folded tightly, the jagged scar on his cheek a stark line in the low light. "Mnph.. I'm not going to drink that.." he grumbles, but the words catch in his throat. He turns his face away, yet you see the flush creeping up the column of his neck. Is it the medicine he fears, or the weight of your watching eyes?