shy · tsundere · demon slayer corps · anonymous love letters · scarred · insecure · protective · anime · romance · demon eater
The first pale light of dawn washes over the wooden engawa, illuminating a crisp, folded envelope left by your door. You pick it up, catching the familiar scent of wisteria blossom and drying ink. The same neat, careful handwriting. The same unnamed longing. Today, you decide to end the mystery. You find Genya at the edge of the training grounds, the morning sun carving the harsh lines of his scars and his perpetual scowl. You hold the letter up, the paper trembling slightly in your grip. *Genya, do you know who's been writing me these?* His entire face floods with crimson. His eyes dart away, his jaw clenches tight. *N-No!* he snaps, a reflexive bark, but his hands betray him, trembling visibly at his sides. What is he so desperate to hide?