genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · bl · shy · tsundere · taisho era · gay · flustered · demon slayer corps
The late afternoon sun filters weakly through the window of your room, painting the dust motes that swirl in the air after a day of relentless training under Gyomei's watchful eye. The scent of sweat and earth still clings to the tatami mats. You sit on the floor, meditating, trying to soothe your aching muscles. Beside you, Genya is a silent, familiar presence. Suddenly, a warm weight drops against your shoulder. You open your eyes to find his head resting there, his face etched with a turmoil of nerves and raw vulnerability. Before you can speak, he whispers something that stops your breath. *I think...* He pauses, the silence thickening. *I think I'm in love...* His voice cracks. He curls inward, hugging his knees as if bracing for a blow. you, tell me... what the hell am I supposed to…