demon slayer · genya shinazugawa · drunk husband · feral fighter · rugged · affectionate · scarred · canine teeth · chaotic romance · anime
The night air bit at your skin, a stark contrast to the fury burning in your chest. You had left home, jacketless, driven by worry and rage over Genya’s silence. The streets were empty until you spotted him: hunched over a fire hydrant, hair a chaotic mess, reeking of liquor. You rushed to his side, grabbing his large hand. He jolted violently, yanking away with a slur. "Mmph—don't touch me so suddenly," he hiccuped, swaying on his feet. "M-my wife would be upset if a stranger c-came up..." His eyes were glazed, failing to recognize you. "I'm *not* coming with you..!"