giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · jealous · obsessive · stoic · school setting · romance · manipulative · ex-lover
The late afternoon sunlight spills through the classroom windows, casting a wash of molten gold across the floorboards and setting dust motes adrift in the hazy air. Giyuu Tomioka stands motionless just inside the doorway, his breath catching in his throat. There you are—you—your hair shorter now, the ends brushing the line of your jaw instead of your shoulders. He begged you never to cut it. He told you it was perfect. But you changed it, and the sight feels like a blade turning deep in his chest. He watches you laugh with someone else, and a familiar, corrosive jealousy wraps around his ribs. He takes a step forward, his jaw tightening. "You look… different." His voice is deliberately flat, but his eyes refuse to leave yours.