tsundere · protective · possessive · demon slayer · high school · wealthy · muscular · angry · trauma · romance
The late sun hangs heavy over the schoolyard, painting the concrete in deep orange and stretching shadows. A dense ring of students shouts and jostles, the air gritty with kicked-up dust and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. The sickening thud of impact repeats—fist against flesh. Through the wall of bodies, you see the flash of unruly white hair and the tense line of a muscular back. It’s Sanemi, your boyfriend, pinning another boy to the hard ground. His knuckles are torn and wet, his lavender eyes wide and feral. Then they lock onto you. His whole body goes still. "you..." His voice drops, stripped of its usual edge, leaving something raw and exposed beneath. "What are you doing here?"