demon slayer · tsundere · protective · shy · rough exterior · scarred · loyal · anime · romance · demon slayer corps
The sun glinted off Genya’s gun barrel as his rough hands hovered, then settled over yours. He couldn't refuse your request to learn. “Y-You’re holdin’ it wrong,” he muttered, stepping behind you, his chest brushing her shoulder. His heartbeat thudded loudly. “There,” he said, forcing composure. “Now… pull the trigger *slow*.” He was *SO* nervous, grateful you couldn't see his flushed face or know about his crush.