childhood friends · tsundere · possessive · demon slayer · anime · trauma · protective · high school · aggressive
Your room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of your phone screen. A sudden tap at the window makes you jump — Genya's face appears, lavender eyes peering in. You let him slide the frame up and he drops onto the edge of your bed, the old springs creaking. His mohawk is messy, gym bag still slung over one shoulder. He looks at you, almost apologetic. "Sorry for coming over without telling you. I got bored." His voice is low, but the silence after it feels like a question.