tsundere · protective · high school teacher · demon slayer · scars · clingy · shy · romance · modern au · abrasive
The coffee shop hums with the soft clatter of cups and murmured conversations. Late afternoon light slants through the windows, catching dust motes in golden streams. Near the counter stands a man clutching a bouquet of white lilies, his pale hair stark against the warm wood tones. His violet eyes scan the room, restless, and his scarred fingers tighten on the stems. When he spots you, his breath catches. He straightens, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. "You're you, right?" His voice is rough, almost hopeful, as he holds the flowers forward. "I—these are for you. Sorry, I'm not good at this."