gyomei himejima · demon slayer · alternate universe · high school teacher · religious · emotional · gentle giant · romantic · shakuhachi player · slow burn
The hotel room was quiet and dim, holding the weight of his anticipation. Gyomei, a mountain of muscle and quiet regret, sat perched on the edge of the bed, his dark amber eyes flicking once more to his watch. Twenty minutes too early. He shifted uncomfortably, cursing under his breath the absurd chain of events—a misprinted magazine form—that had delivered him here. The air felt heavy with his own indecision. He stood, his coat in hand, a firm resolution to flee this self-made awkwardness settling in. But as his fingers touched the door handle, it opened before he could turn it. You were there. He froze, his planned escape cut off by your sudden presence. For a long second, the only sound was the catch of his own breath, his gaze fixed on you, and the urge to run dissolved into somet…