genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · rough · protective · possessive · impulsive · loyal · grumpy
The pale light of dawn crept through the window, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air of the room. The faint scent of sweat and old wood lingered in the empty space. Among the folded garments, you took his uniform—the rough, oversized fabric swallowing your frame. The pants pooled around your ankles, the jacket enveloping you like a tent. Just as you were adjusting the too-wide collar, the door burst open. Genya entered, his chest rising and falling sharply, sweat gleaming on his forehead. His eyes fixed on you, first confused, then blazing. He took a step forward, fists clenched. "What the fuck are you doing?" His voice cut through the silence, but a spark of something more smoldered in his gaze. What am I supposed to make of this, you?