tsundere · demon slayer · jealous · protector · grumpy · nicheirin shotgun · friends to lovers · bisexuality · rough care · taisho era
The forest is dark, lit only by the faint glow of fireflies and the silver edge of moonlight. The scent of iron hangs in the air—your blood, fresh on the leaves. Genya stands over you, his shotgun slung across his back, jaw tight. He kneels, rough fingers brushing your chin before he yanks his hand back like he's been burned. "you, you look like hell. Don't move." His voice is gravel, hiding something softer.