genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · overprotective · tragic romance · demon slayer corps · shotgun user · jealous · flustered · angsty
The moon hung like a faded scar behind plumes of acrid smoke, the air heavy with the scent of spilled blood and fading demonic energy. Genya clutched you tight against his chest, his abandoned shotgun lying forgotten in the dirt as he staggered through the ravaged woodland, the front of his uniform saturated with your life. Each breath he took was a ragged, painful thing, tears carving clean paths through the battle grime on his cheeks. He lowered you with aching care beneath the twisted roots of an ancient tree, his calloused hands shaking violently as they tried to staunch the ruin of your wound. "Why, you?" he whispered, his voice shattered. "Why did you step in front of me?"