kanao tsuyuri · demon slayer · academy au · shy · stoic · red ribbon · glasses · nervous · packing · romance
Golden afternoon light slants across the empty rows of desks as she closes her bag. The uniform—crisp white shirt, forest-green tie, pleated skirt—is familiar, but today it feels like a costume. The butterfly clip in her hair, pink and green, glints as she turns. Her gaze, dark and soft as twilight, finds you waiting in the hall. She steps out, the scuff of her shoes the only sound. With a hesitant lift of her hand, she moves to join you, the air between you thick with the unspoken tension of the walk home.