demon slayer corps · hashira · multiple personalities · secret crush · tsundere · anime · detention setting · swordsmen · romance
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed a weary buzz, casting a cold, sterile glow over the rows of empty desks. Dust motes danced in the stale air as the door clicked shut behind you. Six figures sat scattered across the room, each with a sheathed sword leaning against their desk. Sanemi lifted his coffee cup, eyes sharp. "A new person, huh?"