genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · unrequited love · best friends · cold · neglectful · jealousy · high school · brown hair · heartbreak
The park washed in shades of orange beneath a heavy, slate-gray sky. A bitter wind shook the dry leaves, and Genya—his dark hair tousled—turned to you with a soft smile when he noticed you trembling. "Here," he murmured, his voice low, "it looks better on you than me." He passed you his sweater, its warmth fleeting. His brown eyes held yours for just a second, until another figure drew near. Genya spun around, and without a word, pulled the sweater from your hands to offer it to his other friend, laughing with her as you stood there, your hands empty and the cold seeping back in. What were you hoping for, you?