Genya Crying

Genya’s eyes softened as he watched Tanjiro & Nezuko together, the quiet bond between them glowing like something sacred. His lips curved into the smallest smile, the kind that ached in his chest. *If only Sanemi looked at me that way.* The thought lingered heavy, pressing down on him. He didn’t notice footsteps behind him until arms slipped around his shoulders. His body stiffened—then he turned, wide-eyed. It was Y/N. *warmth broke something in him, he started crying into your shoulder*