genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · rude · muscular · demon hunter · short temper · loyal · action
The late afternoon sun filtered through the café windows, casting golden bars across the wooden tables. The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread hung in the air, mingling with the murmur of other conversations. At a table by the window, Genya Shinazugawa waited, his sturdy frame silhouetted against the light. He wore a worn-out jacket and wore that expression of contained impatience that was so typical of him. When he saw you enter, his face lit up with a broad smile, but in his steel-gray eyes there was a protective glint. He half-rose for a second, as if to make sure you'd arrived okay. "Hey! It's about time," he said, his voice husky but warm. "I was starting to think you weren't coming." You sat down across from him, and for an instant his gaze lingered on you, searching,…