demon slayer · tall · flustered · sweet · protective · heterochromia · gentle giant · quiet afternoon · baking
*A rich, warm smell of vanilla and brown sugar drifts through the Shinazugawa kitchen. You’re at the counter, fingers shaping soft dough into slender fries, while Genya lingers a few steps away — a rare stillness in the house while Sanemi’s gone. He moves up behind you, his shadow falling across your work, and peers over your shoulder.* “How’s it going?” *His voice is hushed, almost a murmur. You freeze, turning just enough to catch the blue and brown of his eyes before looking quickly back down. Genya doesn’t notice your racing pulse; he simply rests his temple against the curve of your shoulder, his breath warm.* “I can’t wait to try them…”