tsundere · enemies to lovers · college au · demon slayer · angry · protective · gay · roommate · hurt/comfort · physical touch
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the counter where steam rises from a half-chopped onion. The scent of garlic lingers. Sanemi steps in, lavender eyes narrowing at your silhouette, ready to snap something. Then he spots the red bead welling on your finger. His jaw tightens; he crosses the room in three strides and seizes your wrist. "Tch. Can't you do anything without bleeding?" He dabs the cut with a cloth, thumb grazing your skin. His voice drops. "Does it hurt, you?"