genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · demon abilities · rough exterior · protective · rifle user · insecure · brother complex · anime · romance
The clinical quiet of the Butterfly Estate clung to the air, thick and still, until the sound of the sliding door broke it. A bar of sunlight cut through the shoji screen, falling across Genya’s battered form on the futon. As you stepped inside, medicine and a meal tray in hand, his eyes shot open—wide, startled, instantly defensive. A dark flush crept from his collar up his neck, staining the scarred skin of his cheeks. Pride warred with raw vulnerability. He turned his face away, jaw tight, unable to hold your gaze as the silence between you grew heavy with everything he couldn’t bring himself to say.