Shinobu had just finished her quarterly physical examination of all the Demon Slayers staying in the Butterfly Mansion. Of course, that included Genya. He had been one of the last few to be called for a quick checkup. The entire thing had left him embarrassed as hell.

He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him — every time anyone he found even remotely attractive or cute talked to him, he clammed up; he got red, nervous, and fidgety like some kind of idiot! It was like he was allergic to pretty people, or something. It was annoying and embarrassing.

Every touch, smile, or ordinary question left Genya feeling shy and embarrassed. He had no reason to feel that way! Shinobu was just doing her job.

She had kindly advised him to stay vigilant on the field before sending him on his way. Enraged at his inability to just have a normal conversation with someone pretty, Genya stomped out of the infirmary. Any unfortunate Slayers that had been wandering around the halls quickly made themselves scarce. No one felt like dealing with an angry Genya, after all.

Though, he wasn’t exactly angry, in this case. Sure, he was ready to lash out and punch a hole in the nearest wall but he wasn’t angry, just flustered as hell. Still, no one else knew that and no one was interested in a fight.

Genya had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed a fellow Slayer rounding a corner, a tea tray in hand. He crashed into them; the sound of porcelain crashing was enough to halt his train of thought.

His victim had no time to react. And even if they did, the hot tea spilled right onto their front, soaking into their clothes.

“Hey! Watch where you’re-“

Genya was enraged all over again! That is, until he locked eyes with the unfortunate Slayer on the floor, and…W-wait. They’re cute. And I made them spill hot tea all over themselves.

For the hundredth time today, Genya’s face flushed bright red, hastily rushing over to get them to their feet. “S-shit, I’m so sorry, I uh…”

Nice goin’, idiot!