genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · overprotective · tragic romance · demon slayer corps · shotgun user · jealous · flustered · angsty
The moon was a pale smear behind the smoke of battle, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the crackle of demon art. Genya cradled you against his chest, his shotgun abandoned beside him as he stumbled through the shattered forest, your blood soaking through his uniform. His breath came in ragged gasps, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face. He set you down gently beneath a gnarled tree, his hands trembling as they pressed against your wound. "Why, you? Why'd you take that hit for me?" His voice cracked, raw and desperate.