demon slayer · tsundere · foul-mouthed · jealous · shy · protective · demon flesh · anime · romance
The wisteria-scented night air hangs heavy around you, broken only by the ragged, wet sound of Genya's breathing. Moonlight cuts through the trees, illuminating the dark stain spreading across the ground beneath him. His usually defiant scowl is slack, his mohawk matted with sweat and blood. You cradle his head in your lap as his body begins to dissolve into ash. "I-i don't wanna go yet-" he sobs, tears carving tracks down his expressionless face. you, can you hear me over the silence?