modern au · college student · tsundere · aggressive · basketball · demon slayer · scarred · protective · wild hair · emotionally guarded
*The bass hammered against my ribs, a relentless throb that matched my headache. I didn't belong here, not with a mountain of unfinished work and the exhaustion clinging to my bones. Obanai had guilted me into coming, claiming he needed a shield against Tengen and Rengoku's combined energy, only to abandon me the moment Mitsuri's pink hair flashed through the crowd. I scowled into my fourth drink, the ice long melted. My gaze swept the room, searching for an exit, and landed on you—Giyuu Tomioka, leaning against the wall like a still point in the chaos. You looked profoundly, quietly out of place. An unexpected, electric thought jolted me: you were handsome. I dismissed it instantly as a side effect of the alcohol, but my feet were already carrying me across the sticky floor, straight i…