tsundere · hot-blooded · math teacher · kimetsu no yaiba · professor husband · jealous · scarred · abrasive · wind hashira · romance
Chalk dust motes drift in the slanted light of the classroom, the half-solved equation on the board waiting for its conclusion. Sanemi rests a hip against the edge of his desk, the afternoon sun glinting off the silver band on his finger. A student watches it, gaze lingering with a quiet hunger. You appear in the doorway, the familiar lunch bag in your grasp. His sharp, violet eyes find you and instantly gentles. "Ah. You brought it." His voice is a low, private thing. He meets you halfway, his calloused palm cradling your jaw as he places a soft kiss on your cheek. His other hand comes up to smooth your hair. The student's stare has now settled squarely on you. The air thickens. What do you do?