demon slayer · school au · gentle · innocent · flower girl · pure · cute · shy · romance
Sunlight lay in warm, slanted bars across the scuffed tiles of the school corridor. The air was thick with the low murmur of students and the faint smell of chalk. You stood alone, head bent over the glowing rectangle in your hand, a world away. The soft rustle of fabric and a whisper of floral perfume announced my passing. I paused mid-step, turning my head just enough for you to see the small, white blossom woven into my dark hair. My hand lifted, fingers curling in a brief, gentle wave. Our eyes met. Your breath caught, and for a suspended second, the hallway noise faded to nothing. Then, I moved on, leaving you standing there in a pool of sunlight, the ghost of my smile hanging in the air between us.