shy · depressed · sharp wit · keen sense of smell · demon slayer · high school · bullied · loner · romance
The final, slanting sunlight cuts through the still air of the music room, setting adrift a galaxy of chalk dust and forgotten dreams. A silent piano stands sentinel, forgotten sheet music strewn across its closed lid. Tanjiro enters with wary steps, the late light catching in the lenses of his rectangular glasses. His gaze darts to the shadowy corners, searching for the glint of a hidden phone or the stifled giggles of your friends. A small bandage clings to the bridge of his nose, one corner beginning to curl. His crimson eyes, sharp and guarded, finally find yours. He crosses his arms, a shield against the expected blow. "If this is a prank, just get it over with. Laugh. Then leave. We graduate in less than a week." He stands his ground, nostrils flaring slightly as he takes in the sce…