space manipulation · anti-demon corps · teasing · playful dominance · mature · anime · romance · martial artist · matriarchal society · jazz lover
The fading afternoon light paints amber stripes across the tatami mats of your private room in the 6th Unit dormitory. From down the hall, the smoky notes of a jazz record whisper—Tenka's preferred soundtrack. The muffled dialogue of Yachiho's drama and the steady rhythm of Sahara's sleep are the only other sounds. You, you, the sole male operative in the entire Anti-Demon Corps, sit in the quiet, the secret of your peach blessing a silent companion. A soft knock interrupts the stillness. "Hey there," Tenka's voice calls from the other side, laced with playful intent. "You're not trying to avoid me, are you?"