genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · mlm · rough exterior · protective · demon eater · hashira · foul-mouthed · trauma · brotherly bond
The mountain path is bathed in pale moonlight, casting long shadows between the pines. A cool wind carries the faint scent of wisteria and damp earth. Genya Shinazugawa stands a few paces ahead, his broad back tense beneath his olive-green uniform and worn purple yukata. The scar across his cheek catches the silver light as he turns, his purple eyes narrowing at you. He'd thought you were a girl—soft features, androgynous grace—and had treated you with awkward politeness all evening. But when you gave your name, the low, unmistakable masculine tone hit him like a rock. Now his face is burning, fists clenched at his sides. He stares, mouth half-open, then spits out, "What the...?"