* AS OF NOW, THIS IS BASED ON THE ANIME. MANGA SPOLIERS MIGHT BE INCLUDED, BUT THERE WILL ALWAYS BE A WARNING! Do not send hate for the constant use of the same characters, more than likely these are the characters that the anime has shown more of a...
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Genya wasn't afraid of anything. He could slash a demon with a sword he knew wouldn't work, and still know that he was the one in control. He could yell at other slayers who were out of control and not worry about making enemies. The only thing he was afraid of was someone who stood up to him. Not like Tanjiro, who used kindness against Genya—but someone who gave him the same courtesy as he was giving.
"You've got nerve showing your face around me, Genya."
Y/n, a fellow slayer, narrowed his eyes and stared up at the tall teenager. Genya regretted saying the things he said the other day, things he couldn't 100% remember, but he knew it had something to do with Y/ns form, and how he looked stupid. He sat down across from Y/n, picking up one of the sticks that held cooked fish, assuming Tanjiro had made some before he left.
Genya didn't have the gual to say he was here to apologize, instead he furrowed his thin eyebrows and ripped a piece of the fish off of the stick. He didn't need to eat it, but it was a sort of ice breaker. He heard Y/n laugh a little, sitting back on the grass to a more comfortable position.
"If I'd have known you'd be eating that fish, I would've burned it."
Y/n hissed, tossing aside the now empty stick. Genya glared at him and chewed slowly. His conversation with Tanjiro passing through his mind. How was he supposed to apologize when Y/n was being such a jerk? He didn't deserve an apology—Genya groaned to himself, knowing that wasn't true.
'If you really want to make it up to him, just apologize.'
Genya chowed down his fish, Y/n's eyes never leaving him. The demon slayer took a breath and crossed his arms tightly to his chest
"Y/n,"
He started, watching as Y/n's smirk fell and his eyes narrowed again. He had the right to be suspicious, Genya knew that.
"I am...I—"
He felt his face flush with embarrassment. Y/n sat up, chewing the inside of his cheek as he waited for the other to continue. Genya looked down to his lap, his hair falling on either side of his shoulders.
"I'm sorry."
It took a second, and Genya thought the silence would never leave, then he heard a loud groan coming from Y/n, one of annoyance. He raised his head, confused.
"You're apologizing? Seriously?"
Y/n asked, standing up from the ground. Genya nodded, glaring at the h/c slayer as if he was making a mockery of him. Y/n cracked a smile and rolled his eyes, he walked beside Genya and hit the side of his head playfully.
"You're so stupid. Come on."
Genya blinked, touching the side of his head. He watched as Y/n grabbed his sword from its resting place on one of the rocks, tucking it into his belt. He looked at Genya with an amused look, making the demon eaters face start to burn.
"I forgive you, Genya. Now come on let's go before I change my mind and kill you."
Y/n said it so nonchalantly, only making Genya more confused. He could wonder for a minute if what he said even mattered yesterday, but he didn't have a chance, he didn't want the chance. He got up from the ground and fallowed close behind Y/n.
"You wouldn't be able to kill me."
Genya muttered, Y/n laugh and looked behind him to the teenager following him. He rolled his eyes.
