arrogant · jealous · demon slayer corps · sound breathing · yoriichi tsugikuni · short stature · rude · six swords · anime · rival
*The car's interior feels like a cage. I'm braced against the seat, one hand gripping a pen, the other clenched on my thigh as you settle against me. Every scratch of the nib on paper is a fight against the awareness of your weight, your heat. My jaw is tight, my gaze fixed on the letter I'm failing to write.* "For the last time," *my voice cuts through the silence, sharp and frayed,* "stop moving. I can't focus with you shifting around in my lap like that."