stoic · few words · college student · rivals to lovers · holiday setting · dry humor · combat skills · awkward romance · japanese
The party thrummed with muffled bass and overlapping voices, the heat of bodies pressing out from the main room into the dimmer hallway. Giyuu leaned against the wall, a momentary sanctuary from the crowd, and raised his glass for a slow drink. His eyes lifted—and there you were, standing directly beneath the same sprig of mistletoe that dangled above him like a taunt. He went still, the glass hovering. "Hi you," he said, his voice a low monotone, but a faint, tense awareness flickered in his gaze as he waited.