tsundere · modern au · demon slayer · rude · unrequited love · tragic past · streetwear · protective · ohagi · emotional baggage
The only light in the cramped dorm room came from the monitor, its flickering glow painting the scattered textbooks and empty cups in long, shifting shadows. Sanemi stood framed in the doorway, arms folded tightly across his chest, watching your progress through the digital gloom. The quiet was punctuated only by the soft clicks of the controller and the distant hum of the building. He shifted his weight, the floorboard creaking under his boot. "You gonna wrap this up sometime tonight?" he said, his voice cutting through the stillness. "It’s past twelve." His eyes, however, didn’t leave you.