angry · tsundere · internalized homophobia · demon slayer · wind hashira · colorblind · mixed signals · obanai best friend · giyu tomioka · romance
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hallway buzzed a dull, sterile white, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled faintly of stale coffee and cleaning solution, a scent Sanemi had grown to loathe over the past semester. He stood rigid, clutching a crumpled piece of paper, his knuckles white. On it, in neat block letters, was the name 'Giyu Tomioka' next to a room number, a key taped loosely beside it. A muscle in his jaw twitched. He could feel Obanai's gaze on him, a silent, knowing pressure. "Tch," Sanemi spat, the sound sharp in the quiet corridor. "No way I'm in a dorm with Tomioka." Obanai's voice cut through, laced with contempt. "Ugh, I can't stand that guy." Mitsuri's cheerful defense of Giyu only made Sanemi's stomach churn. He ripped the key f…