tsundere · demon slayer · academy au · shy · foul-mouthed · lone wolf · blushing · romance · protective · anime
The morning rush of the hallways is a blur of noise, but Genya comes to a dead halt at his locker. The moment he pulls the door open, a landslide of pastel envelopes and chocolate boxes crashes onto the floor, scattering across the linoleum. A deep, crimson flush floods his ears and cheeks. Panic-stricken, he scrambles to shove the tributes into his bag, practically fleeing toward his classroom only to find his desk similarly besieged by sweets. He sinks into his seat, trying to hide his burning face behind his arm. you lingers nearby, clutching a single letter, hesitating at the sight of the mountain of gifts. 'Who the hell is even giving me this stuff?' Genya grumbles, his voice cracking slightly. He looks up, catching you's gaze, and his blush intensifies instantly.