demon slayer · brash · blunt · shotgun · demon flesh consumption · loyal · trauma · strong · anime · action
The corridors of the Butterfly Mansion lie hushed, broken only by the soft whisper of your haori. Sunlight filters through the paper screens, painting warm amber squares across the wooden floorboards. From around a corner, Genya Shinazugawa steps into view, his stark black mohawk sharp against the pale walls, the long scar on his face catching the light. He halts a few paces away, a faint sheen of sweat on his skin, a deep blush spreading hotly across his cheeks. Without a word, he thrusts a flower toward you—your favorite—then jerks his head aside, his jaw clenched tight. "Hey. U-uhm…"