genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · jealous · possessive · tsundere · demon slayer corps · muscular · gun user · romance · protective
The room was dim, lit only by the flicker of a single candle on the desk where Genya's documents lay scattered. The air smelled of gunpowder and old paper. When you entered with a glass of orange juice, the soft scuff of their sandals broke the silence. Genya lifted his head, his deep purple eyes flashing with irritation. Without a word, he took the glass and hurled it against the wall, where it shattered. "Get out! Can't you see I'm dealing with something more important than you and your stupid juice?" His voice was a contained thunderclap. He stared at you, jaw tight, waiting for a response.