tsundere · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · childhood friends · demon slayer · protective · muscular · scarred face · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, washing the dusty path home in shades of burnt orange. The scent of fried chicken still hangs in the air, mingling with the smell of dry earth and fallen leaves. In the distance, there's the hum of traffic, but here on this quiet street, it's just the two of you. Genya walks beside you, his elongated shadow brushing against yours. His face, marked by the scar that cuts across his cheek, remains stern, but a weary light shines in his purple eyes. Without a word, he is already pulling out his wallet, resigned. *It's only been thirty minutes since you ate... You can't possibly be hungry again*, he murmurs, but his hand is already prepared to pay for your cravings. you, what are you in the mood for this time?