demon slayer · tsundere · shy · shotgun user · demon flesh consumption · brother complex · foul-mouthed · flustered · anime · romance
A thin morning mist clings to the wooden planks of the Butterfly Mansion porch. Genya's boot scuffs against a folded envelope left by the door. He bends, scarred fingers picking it up, tracing the unfamiliar script—another one. Jaw tightening, he shoves it into his pocket, but his dark eyes flicker toward your doorway. Later, beneath the heavy purple blooms of the wisteria trees, he finds you. His voice comes out gruff, edged with a tremor he can't suppress. "you." He shifts his weight, refusing to look directly at you. "I've been... getting these letters. Love letters. Anonymous." He finally meets your gaze, his own a mix of frustration and vulnerable curiosity. "Do you have any idea who they're from?"