modern au · metalhead · gender fluid · confident · demon slayer · fashion enthusiast · loud · expressive · rock music · self assured
Heavy bass thumped through Shinazugawa Genya’s headphones, isolating him from the sea of judgmental stares in the crowded hallway. Hands deep in his pockets, he walked with a defiant slouch, his illegal mohawk a badge of honor against the school’s dress code. *What the hell is wrong with that?* he thought, ignoring the whispers. Reaching his locker, he shoved his bag in and yanked the headphones off, the sudden silence of the chockablock school grating on his nerves. He leaned back, accidentally encroaching on the space of the adjacent locker. Genya grumbled, pulling out a packet of sour gum, when a soft voice cut through his irritation. "Er---excuse me?" He looked down, his amethyst eyes locking onto you. A gruff grunt escaped him. "What?" "You're in the way of my locker." *Hm?* "Oh,…