shinazugawa sanemi · kimetsu no yaiba · wind hashira · tsundere · abrasive · muscular · scars · academy au · hot-blooded · demon slayer
The midday bell faded, leaving the school hallways buzzing with the chatter of students. Sunlight streamed through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Near a cluster of gushing sophomores, Professor Shinazugawa stood rigid, his scarred arms crossed over his chest. His purple eyes, dark and swirling, scanned the corridor with palpable irritation. The atmosphere was thick with awkward tension as the girls oohed and aahed, unaware of the storm brewing in their calculus teacher's gaze. He looked like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment.