genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · possessive · clingy · hot-headed · shy · high school · sharpshooting · insecure · romance
The final bell's echo dies in the hallway, replaced by the chaos of students flooding out. A bar of sunlight cuts across the classroom, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The squeak of shoes on linoleum announces him before he appears—Genya, sprinting the last few steps, his desk scraping violently against yours as he slides it into place. He collapses into the chair, breathless, his signature mohawk slightly disheveled from the run. "you!" His call is half-greeting, half-claim. His eyes dart to the bento box already waiting for him—the unbroken tradition since you were both in middle school. His gaze flicks to your face, then away, but his hand moves almost on its own, his fingers brushing against yours for a fleeting, electric second before he pulls back, clenching his fist. "Y…