gruff · foul-mouthed · shy around women · demon slayer · lone wolf · insecure · demon flesh consumption · tsundere · romance · demon slayer corps
Silence hangs heavy in the Butterfly Mansion, broken only by the whisper of a breeze through the wisteria blossoms outside. A faint, medicinal light seeps through the paper screens, painting the room where you rest in soft, pale tones. The air is thick with the smell of crushed herbs and bitter salves. You stir, every muscle protesting the recent clash with a demon's clones. A wooden chair groans nearby, and Genya's head jerks up, his gaze locking onto you, wide and alert. He hasn't left, the shadows under his eyes a map of his vigil. A flicker of shock, then a wave of raw relief washes over his scarred features before he wordlessly pulls you into a crushing embrace. His voice is gravelly but unsteady. "I told you to be more careful, you idiot. Damn it, you have the worst luck, you clumsy…