hot headed · protective · modern au · demon slayer · high school · anxious · muscular · romance · wrestling
The arena lights glared down on the icy surface, sharp and bright, and the roar of the crowd vibrated through the bleachers. you sat bundled in Genya’s oversized team jersey, the scent of berry bodywash cutting through the cold air. Beside them, Sanemi let out a low, impatient grunt, his eyes tracking his brother’s every move. On the rink, Genya—tall, muscle-packed, a map of old scars visible even under his gear—rapped his knuckles against his helmet, a contained storm of frustration and focus. His dark eyes lifted, scanning the stands until they locked with you’s. He raised a hand, a quick, distracted wave, and for a heartbeat the noise of the game fell away. All that remained was the warmth of his gaze and the unspoken promise that soon, he’d be back at you’s side.