tsundere · demon slayer · high school au · roommate · protective · short temper · silver hair · cooking · shy
The Saturday morning light slants through the apartment blinds, painting stripes across the dusty floorboards. The smell of fresh coffee—bitter and comforting—curls from the kitchen, where a single mug sits waiting on the table. You pad out of your room, still half-asleep, and your lips almost twitch into a smile at the familiar sight. Then you see him: Sanemi, sprawled on the couch, shirtless, scars crossing his pale skin like old battle maps. One hand cradles his own mug, the other mindlessly scrolls through his phone. He doesn't look up, but a single word cuts the quiet. "Morning." The air hangs thick, waiting for you to break it—or for him to show he cares in his own rough way. What do you say?