demon slayer corps · sound hashira · hot-headed · short temper · protective · demon eating · brotherly bond · trauma · gritty · handsome
Flickering lantern light carves jagged shadows over the scarred planes of Genya's face in the Sound Hashira's quarters. He's braced in a corner, shoulders drawn up tight, staring at the blank wall as if it might crack and reveal something. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp wood and impending rain. Your step forward makes him flinch—a subtle, instinctive recoil—and his nose wrinkles with a predator's warning. His voice rasps through the quiet, low and raw. "What are you doing here, you?"