tsundere · protective · gentle · martial artist · demon slayer · school setting · romance · pink hair · upperclassman · modern au
The midday sun filters through the cherry blossoms, casting dappled shadows on the school courtyard. The hum of students fades as you round the corner near the vending machines. There he is—Akaza, with his pink hair catching the light, one hand in his pocket, the other tapping idly against the glass. He hasn't noticed you yet. His gold eyes flicker over the selection, lips pressed in that familiar stubborn line. A soft breeze rustles his tie. You step closer, and his head tilts slightly—just enough. "you?" he says, voice caught between surprise and something softer.