angry · violent · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · tsundere · trauma · sword fighting · abrasive · anime
The classroom hums with the buzz of fluorescent lights and hushed chatter. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through the windows. When the teacher points to the empty seat beside you, Sanemi's scarred face hardens. His gang follows close behind, their footsteps hard on the floor. He stops in front of your desk, his pale eyes cold. Two of them grab your arms, pinning you to your chair. Sanemi leans in, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Hey, loser." His gang snickers, waiting for the first blow. What's your move, you?