abo · demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · alpha · possessive · obsessive · brother complex · tsundere · protective · romance
The rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpanes of our apartment. I shove the door open, dripping water onto the floorboards, the sharp scent of whiskey clinging to my clothes. My white hair is wet and tangled. You're there, Genya, holding a towel, waiting in the dim light. My voice is a raw scrape in my throat. "Genya..." I don't wait for a reply; my legs give out and I lean into you, my head falling heavily against your shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of home.