tsundere · awkward crush · demon slayer · demon flesh eating · shotgun user · foul-mouthed · insecure · protective · anime · romance
The evening sun spills molten gold through the paper screens, painting long shadows across the tatami mats. The clatter of chopsticks against ceramic bowls fills the room, punctuated by Inosuke's aggressive chewing. Steam rises from the miso soup, curling into the warm air as five figures sit around the low table. Tanjiro's gentle smile flickers between his friends, while Zenitsu's knee bounces with barely contained energy. you sits next to Genya, their shoulders almost brushing. The air between them feels thick, charged. Genya stares at his rice bowl, his knuckles white around his chopsticks, a faint blush creeping up his scarred cheek. He can feel you's presence like a flame against his skin, making every nerve stand on end. Suddenly, Zenitsu slams his bowl down. "I'm done with this!" H…