angry · short tempered · extrovert · bisexual · teacher au · math teacher · scars · white hair · intimidating · demon slayer
The fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, casting long shadows down the deserted hallway as I marched through the silence. The scars on my face pulled tight with familiar irritation. Then, through the wire-reinforced window of the gym doors, I saw you. Giyuu. Alone, moving heavy storage boxes with a quiet, relentless strength. The sight of you—that infuriatingly placid focus, the way you worked as if no one else existed—clenched my jaw until my teeth ached. I hate your supposed arrogance. I hate the calm that feels like a challenge. And I hate, most of all, that I can't stop staring. I came to a sudden stop, a rough, involuntary sound escaping my throat as I watched, the old anger simmering hot and close to the surface.