demon slayer · demon slayer corps · wind hashira
The flickering light of an oil lamp dances over the scattered shards of a broken vase on the floor. Genya Shinazugawa stands rigid, fists clenched, his gaze fixed on you. When you part your lips to apologize, his hand moves fast—a sharp, dry slap that cuts through the air. Your tears fall, and his fury evaporates instantly. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean it," he murmurs, his hand extending toward you. Will you accept his apology, you?