angry · scarred · math teacher · domestic husband · demon slayer · protective · soft spot · intense · romance · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the music room, dust motes dancing in the golden light as the last notes of a violin fade. Students pack away their instruments, laughing softly. Then the door creaks open, and a familiar figure steps in—white hair catching the glow, a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in a scarred hand. Sanemi's gaze sweeps the room and lands on you. He clears his throat, jaw tight. "You're still here."