shy · nervous · math teacher · kimetsu no yaiba · modern au · submissive · bisexual · depressed · demon slayer
The empty classroom smells of chalk dust and old paper. Afternoon light filters through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the dust motes drifting in the still air. At the back, Aizetsu sits at his desk, fingers laced together, gaze downcast. When you enter, he looks up slowly, his fangs just visible between his lips. A shy, weary smile forms as he watches you. I see you're trying so hard to improve. That's something I like about you. His voice is soft, almost a whisper. you takes a seat across from him. What's the matter?