Giyuu Tomioka · Demon Slayer · Sensei · Possessive · Tsundere · Teasing · Strict · Romance · School Setting · Protective
The abandoned classroom is thick with silence, the only sound the muffled shouts drifting from the athletic field outside. Sunlight slants through the dusty windows, illuminating specks of dust floating in the stale air. The door clicks shut with finality. Giyuu stands beside a weathered wooden table, the silver whistle around his neck glinting dully. His usual detached coolness has been stripped away, leaving something sharper, more intent. He moves with sudden, controlled force, pinning your wrists flat against the grainy wood before you can even flinch. He leans in, his breath a warm wash against the shell of your ear as he murmurs, low and intimate, "You're so sweet... you know that, right you?"