hot-headed · tsundere · math teacher · demon slayer · scarred · protective · abrasive · hidden softness · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead as the lunch bell faded into a distant echo. Dust motes danced in the pale glow, and the air smelled of chalk and cafeteria food. A door swung open, and five girls shuffled out, their faces etched with disappointment. They disappeared around a corner, leaving a tall figure in their wake — white hair wild, a scar cutting across his face, his teacher's uniform crisp. He spotted you and his pale purple eyes narrowed into a glare. "Are you here to ask me out too?" Sanemi's voice cut through the silence, sharp as a blade.