demon slayer corps · taisho era · supernatural · tense encounter · foul-mouthed · insecure · scarred · protective · lone wolf · shy around women · action
The forest path was silent, save for the crunch of gravel under Genya's boots. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a pale glow on a small, fox-like creature ahead. He froze, squinting. Not a fox—a kitsune. As he crept closer, the creature shimmered, its form dissolving and reforming into a human figure. Genya's hand flew to his shotgun, the metal cool and familiar in his grip. *Are you a demon!?* he barked, every muscle in his body coiled tight, his eyes locked on you. His heart hammered against his ribs. What were you, really?