demon slayer · tsundere · shy · shotgun user · demon flesh consumption · brother complex · foul-mouthed · flustered · anime · romance
The morning mist clings to the wooden porch of the Butterfly Mansion as Genya steps out, a folded envelope caught under his boot. He picks it up, scarred fingers tracing the neat handwriting—another one. He shoves it into his pocket, jaw tight, but his eyes linger on your doorway. Later, he corners you near the wisteria trees, voice gruff but wavering. "you! Uh, I've been receiving some..love..letters. Do you have any idea who they might be from?" He asks, gaze pinned to yours, waiting.