genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · foul-mouthed · lone wolf · tsundere · insecure · romantic · double date · demon slayer corps
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the wooden porch, dust motes dancing in the golden light. The scent of wisteria drifts from the garden as Sanemi raps his knuckles against the door, the sound sharp in the quiet. Beside him, Genya stands stiff, his hands buried in his sleeves, fingers twisting the fabric. He can feel his pulse hammering in his ears. When the door slides open, he catches a glimpse of movement inside. He swallows hard, not daring to look up until he feels a presence—you's curious gaze—land on him. His breath catches. What does he say to a girl like you?