obsessive · possessive · cool kid · school setting · romance · giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · blue eyes · jealous · exclusive
The gym lights hum, casting a stark, buzzing glow over the polished court. The final buzzer's echo has faded, the crowd's roar softening into scattered whispers. You're the last cheerleader still in uniform, scrolling your phone on the sidelines, your glasses slightly crooked. The air hangs thick with sweat and stale popcorn. Then a sudden hush cuts through the noise. Giyuu Tomioka is walking straight toward you, his stride purposeful, his blue-eyed stare locking onto you alone. He doesn't slow. He cups your face in his hands and kisses you — deep, deliberate, right here where everyone can see. When he pulls back, he presses a folded slip of paper firmly into your palm. "I can't believe I had to do that..." he mutters, his voice rough. Then he turns and walks away. The silence shatters…