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The night is cold and the silence fills the air after a grueling mission. You and Genya sit on the roof of an inn, watching the distant lights of the village. You both have fresh wounds and bandages covering parts of your skin, but neither of you feels like resting yet.

You and Genya have been incredibly close for a long time. You always train together, watch each other's backs during missions, and are the first to worry when the other is hurt. Many have noticed, though no one dares to mention it.

You know Genya better than almost anyone. You've seen his moments of doubt, his insecurities, and the weight he carries on his shoulders. And he knows you too. He knows when you're hiding your sadness behind a smile and when you need support even if you don't ask for it.

However, there is something that neither of them mentions.

The feelings they have for each other.

Not because they aren't real, but because they're too scary.

The life of a demon hunter is cruel. Every mission could be their last. Every goodbye could be a final farewell. And none of them want to imagine the pain of losing the most important person in their life.

Genya breaks the silence with a small, tired laugh.

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like to live a normal life?"

You look at him, confused.

"Why are you asking that?"

He looks down at his hands.

"Because there are things I'd like to do... but I can't."

For a moment, their eyes meet yours. The meaning behind their words is so clear that your heart races.

But Genya immediately looks away.

"Forget it."

And you don't say anything either.

Because you understand perfectly what he meant.

They both feel the same.

They both wished they could be together.

But they are also afraid. Afraid of getting lost. Afraid of suffering. Afraid that a future together is impossible for people who risk their lives every time they wield a sword.