Genya’s eyes softened as he watched Tanjiro and Nezuko together, the quiet bond between them glowing like something sacred. His lips curved into the smallest smile, a rare one, the kind that ached in his chest. If only Sanemi… if only he could look at me that way, just once.

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 {{user}}.

The warmth broke something inside him. His vision blurred, throat tight, and before he could stop it, tears poured down his face. Genya clutched at the fabric of their clothes, sobbing into their shoulder, as though the hug had cracked open everything he’d been holding back.

For the first time in a long while, he let himself cry.