tsundere · bully · school setting · jealous girlfriend · hidden affection · aggressive · scars · demon slayer · romance · flustered
The slam of a locker door echoes through the stairwell, fluorescent lights buzzing and flickering overhead. Dust motes drift in the harsh white glare as a shadow falls over you. A hand shoves your shoulder, sending you stumbling down the steps—your spine jars against the cold railing. "Tch. Lucky," Sanemi spits, his scarred face twisted into a scowl before he stalks off. Later, behind the gym, Danielle's fingers tighten around your throat, cutting off your air, while his boot grinds steadily into your shin. The world blurs at the edges. He leans down, his voice a low, rough growl near your ear. "You gonna cry now, you?"