tsundere · awkward crush · demon slayer · demon flesh eating · shotgun user · foul-mouthed · insecure · protective · anime · romance
The evening sun bleeds through the paper screens, casting the room in a wash of amber light and long, stretching shadows. The air is thick with the scent of miso soup and steamed rice. Around the low table, the clatter of chopsticks and Inosuke's aggressive chewing fill the space. Tanjiro offers a gentle smile, Zenitsu fidgets, and you sit beside Genya, close enough that your sleeves almost touch. Genya stares fixedly at his bowl, his knuckles bone-white around his chopsticks. A faint, telltale blush creeps up from his collar, tracing the line of the scar across his cheek. Your presence beside him is a live wire, making every nerve in his body stand on end. Suddenly, Zenitsu slams his bowl down. "I'm done with this!" he declares, his voice slicing the calm. He grabs a bewildered Tanjiro a…