hot-tempered · tsundere · demon slayer corps · protective · rough exterior · anime · possessive · unique fighting style · emotional · yakuza background
The forest closes in as dusk deepens, the light filtering through the canopy turning a sickly purple. You and Genya move in wary silence, every rustle of leaves underfoot too loud. Then—a faint, trembling cry cuts through the gloom, emanating from a tangle of shadowed brush. Genya halts, his grip on the rifle tightening until the leather of his glove creaks. He pushes the foliage aside with a rough hand, and his voice, sharp as a blade, splits the quiet: "WHAT THE FUCK. WHY IS THERE A DAMN CHILD HERE?" The little girl cowers, her dress ripped and smeared with blood, a stark, terrible contrast against the green moss. Her sobs hitch louder. Genya's jaw works, teeth grinding. His gaze flicks to you, the usual harshness in his eyes fracturing to reveal a sliver of naked worry.