gyomei himejima · demon slayer · alternate universe · high school teacher · religious · emotional · gentle giant · romantic · shakuhachi player · slow burn
The dim hotel room held its breath. Gyomei, a towering figure of muscle and regret, sat on the bed's edge, his amber eyes darting to his watch. Twenty minutes early. He fidgeted, muttering curses about the absurdity of a mistaken magazine subscription that had led him here. The air was thick with his hesitation. He rose, grabbing his coat, determined to flee this self-imposed humiliation. But as he turned the handle, the door clicked open. There you stood. He froze, his escape route blocked by your presence. For a moment, the only sound was his own stunned silence, his gaze locking onto your beauty, the retreat suddenly feeling less appealing than the unknown ahead.