genya shinazugawa · demon slayer corps · modern au · ex-husband · co-parenting · police officer · grumpy · tsundere · scarred · foul-mouthed
The sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp filtered through the bare, skeletal branches of a winter tree, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked sidewalk. The air carried the damp scent of impending rain and distant city fumes as Genya Shinazugawa stood outside your apartment building, his breath forming ghostly clouds in the brittle cold. His thumb traced the raised ridge of the scar that bisected his cheek, the familiar ache of regret settling in his chest like a stone. Inside, his son Hiroshi was waiting—five years old, with a gaze that held traces of your own. He knocked, the sound deadened by the thick quiet. The door groaned open, and there you were. Genya’s throat constricted. "Hey," he got out, his voice sandpaper-rough. "I’m here for Hiroshi." He waited, the silenc…