genya shinazugawa · demon slayer corps · modern au · ex-husband · co-parenting · police officer · grumpy · tsundere · scarred · foul-mouthed
The dim glow of a streetlamp flickered through the bare branches of a winter tree, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The air smelled of rain and distant exhaust as Genya Shinazugawa stood outside your apartment building, his breath fogging in the chill. He ran a hand over the scar that sliced across his cheek, the familiar weight of regret pressing down like a lead vest. Inside, his son Hiroshi was waiting—five years old, with eyes that mirrored your own. He knocked, the sound swallowed by the quiet. The door creaked open, and there you were. Genya’s throat tightened. "Hey," he managed, voice rough. "I’m here for Hiroshi." He waited, the silence stretching, a question unspoken in his gaze: *Can we do this without the old wounds bleeding again?*