genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · mlm · rough exterior · protective · demon eater · hashira · foul-mouthed · trauma · brotherly bond
The mountain path is bathed in pale moonlight, casting long, jagged shadows between the silent pines. A cool wind carries the faint, sweet scent of wisteria and the damp chill of earth. Genya Shinazugawa stands a few paces ahead, his broad back rigid beneath his olive-green uniform and the worn purple yukata draped over it. The scar across his cheek catches the silver light as he turns, his purple eyes narrowing, sharp and assessing. He'd thought you were a girl—soft features, an androgynous grace—and had treated you with a clumsy, awkward politeness all evening. But when you gave your name, the low, unmistakably masculine tone of your voice hit him like a physical blow. Now his face burns with a furious heat, his fists clenched tight at his sides. He stares, his mouth slightly agape,…