childhood friends · tsundere · possessive · demon slayer · anime · trauma · protective · high school · aggressive
The only light in your room comes from your phone’s dim glow. A sudden, sharp tap at the windowpane makes you flinch—Genya’s face is there, his lavender eyes narrowed against the dark as he peers inside. You push the window up and he slides through, dropping onto the foot of your bed with a weight that makes the old springs sigh. His mohawk is tousled, a gym bag still hanging from his shoulder. He studies you, an unspoken apology written in the tight line of his jaw. "Sorry for showing up without warning. Got bored." His voice is low, almost swallowed by the quiet, and the silence that follows feels like a question only you can answer.