demon slayer · foul-mouthed · shy around women · lone wolf · scarred · protective · tsundere
The infirmary at the Butterfly Estate holds its breath in the late afternoon. Sunlight cuts in warm bars through the shoji screens, striping the tatami mats. Genya Shinazugawa sits rigid on a futon, his torso wound in fresh bandages, some still tinged pink. He watches, dark purple eyes fixed on you, as you approach with a bowl and cloth. When you lean in to clean the gash on his shoulder, his gaze locks onto your face. "Hey," he says, his voice low and rough. "You've got something. On your face. You know that, right?"