Seafoam and plum

Introduction

Genya Shinazugawa was a new demon slayer, a tall boy with a shaved head and a flowy black mohawk. He had joined the corps to talk to his brother, whom he hadn't seen in years, and also to eradicate demons, as one does when joining the corps.

Last he had heard of his brother, he was the current wind hashira, something Genya so deeply wished to become.

It actually didn't matter to Genya what hashira he would be, and, besides, it was very unlikely that he would even become one. When he first got his Nichirin sword, it didn't even change color. In fact, he was sure the only reason he hadn't died yet was because of his pure determination. And also because of that. But that was besides the point. He was going to make hashira no matter what.

On a sunny day, sometime in the spring, Genya had been resting at the butterfly mansion. He looked out the window, hoping to cure his boredom by seeing something outside. That's when something actually caught his eye.

It was one of the hashira, the youngest one. Genya had heard that the youngest one, only two years younger than him, had become hashira at only eleven, two months after they had first picked up a sword.

Since then, Genya had been looking for that hashira, curious to learn from them how. But, seeing any of the hashira was somewhat rare, as they led their own lives as well.

He could tell that who he was looking at was rank hashira, from the gold buttons on the uniform. But that wasn't what caught his eye.

In fact, he had only realized that that was the young hashira after looking closer. The thing that caught his eye was how pretty she was. Genya hadn't seen such a beautiful girl in his life. It amazed him too, that she was the hashira he kept hearing about. Girls were very rare in the corps.

It was slightly embarrassing that a girl younger than him was stronger too. He decided that he wouldn't go and talk to her, like his original plan, because there was no way he could approach her without completely making a fool of himself by getting all flustered.

One thing he did notice about her though, is that behind her seafoam eyes, there seemed to be a heavy veil of mist.

Just as he was thinking all this, looking out the window, he heard a booming voice behind him.

"Whatcha looking at?"

He had been caught. He turned around only to see one of the other hashira. It was that tall guy who used the word "flashy" all the time. Jeez, what luck.

"Uhh, no sir! I'm not looking at anyone!" His face gave it all away, though.

"Why are you starin' at Tokito? I can see right through you, bud."

Well, damn. He had to come up with an adequate excuse now.

"I was just curious as to how she became a hashira so young." He thought that sounded okay. He wasn't ready for the sound hashira's response though.

"Huh? 'She'? Oh man, do I got a surprise for you. Tokito's a boy."

Whoops. The only noise that came out of Genya's mouth was "eh?!"At least he could talk to him now.

He was still the prettiest person Genya had ever seen.