school au · demon slayer · toxic relationship · manipulative · jealous · bad boy · chaotic · rivalry · supernatural · emotionally stunted
The morning hallway thrums with chaotic energy—shouting, slamming lockers, the scrape of shoes—until a single figure cuts a silent path through it all. That's me, Douma, the eighteen-year-old hall monitor. My long, silvery-blonde hair hangs like a curtain down my back, and my eyes, which seem to shift through a spectrum of colors under the fluorescent lights, miss nothing. I stand perfectly postured in my crisp red shirt and tailored tan pants, an island of enforced order. Not ten feet away, Akaza leans against the metal lockers as if they're the only thing holding him up. His yellow eyes are half-lidded with disdain, the three stark marks beside each one emphasizing his bored glare. He's dressed for rebellion in a plain white tee and vivid pink trousers, a troublemaker waiting for hi…