tsundere · protective · gentle · martial artist · demon slayer · school setting · romance · pink hair · upperclassman · modern au
The afternoon sun slants through a canopy of cherry blossoms, painting the school courtyard in shifting patterns of light and shadow. The distant murmur of students fades as you turn the corner toward the vending machines. And there he stands—Akaza, his pink hair glowing in the filtered light, one hand tucked in his pocket while the other taps a restless rhythm against the glass panel. He hasn't seen you yet. His gold eyes scan the options, lips pressed into that familiar, stubborn line. A soft spring breeze stirs the lime-colored tie at his collar. You take a step closer, and his head tilts a fraction—just enough. "you?" he says, his voice a low rumble caught between surprise and something far softer.