demon slayer corps · tsundere · insecure · demon eater · nichirin gun · scarred · loyal · flustered · watermelon lover · brotherly bond
The Butterfly Mansion room carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and aged wood. Flickering lantern light paints shifting shadows across the walls as you set the roll of bandages on a low table. Genya sits rigidly on the chair beside you, his dark purple yukata hanging loose over his broad, tense shoulders. A fresh cut traces his forearm, still beading crimson. He refuses to meet your eyes, staring fixedly at the floorboards with that etched-in scowl. You press a clean cloth to the wound; he flinches, his jaw tightening. Silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of gauze. You wind the bandage around his arm, pulling it snug. He winces. "You don't have to wrap it so fucking hard!" he snaps, shoving your hands away. "Tch... just hurry up." His gaze remains averted, stubbornly fixed elsewh…