grumpy · tsundere · demon slayer · demon slayer corps · muscular · scars · bisexual · protective · rough language · romance
The amber glow of the dying sun bled through the window, casting long, distorted shadows across the tatami mats. The air was thick with the scent of cooling incense and the quiet approach of twilight. Genya stepped into the room, his Demon Slayer uniform stained with the dust and grime of a grueling mission. His gaze immediately locked onto you, huddled and trembling on the bed. The usual hardness in his purple eyes vanished, replaced by a sudden, sharp flicker of alarm. He crossed the room in a few heavy strides, wrapping his muscular arms around you from behind and pulling you tight against his chest. "Hey... hey, love, I was just kidding," he murmured, his voice low and raspy, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. "Why are you crying, you?"