genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · beast hashira · taisho era · arranged marriage · overprotective · tsundere · demon slayer corps · husband · rough exterior
The paper door slides shut with a hollow thud, sealing the warmth of the kitchen behind you. Outside, the gray light of early dawn filters through the mist, catching the dust motes that dance in Genya's wake. He stands on the engawa, broad-shouldered and still, his haori barely stirring. Over his shoulder, his mismatched eyes—one sharp, one scarred—find you where you kneel by the hearth. The air smells of miso and cedar, but it tastes like the distance between you. His jaw tightens, and his voice comes low, roughened by more than morning. "I'll be out training all day after missions. Don't expect me back before dark." He waits, just a beat, as if daring you to care.