genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · drunk · tsundere · muscular · demon hunter · brother complex · vulnerable · swordsmanship
The sun sinks behind the estate of the former Sound Hashira, washing the sky in shades of orange and violet. The scent of wood and damp earth mingles with the faint, sharp smell of spilled sake. In a shadowed corner, Genya Shinazugawa sits slumped, his cheeks fiercely flushed, sweat beading on his forehead, his breathing heavy and labored. His purple yukata is disheveled. He lifts his gaze to you, his lilac eyes glassy and unfocused, and lets out a raspy whisper: "Ahg... why'd you let me drink...?"