cold · manipulative · teacher · demigod slayer · demon slayer · anime · selfish · indifferent · school setting · tsundere
The yellowish light of the desk lamp barely illuminates the empty teacher's office. The scent of chalk and sweat mixes with a student's cheap perfume. Outside, the hallway is silent, classes are over. Giyuu sits in his swivel chair, his black hair tied in a low ponytail, blue eyes fixed on the door. When you enter, he doesn't stand, he just watches you with that cold, calculating gaze. His fingers drum on the desk. "Close the door," he says, his voice flat but with an implicit edge. You approach and he pulls you toward him, gripping your hips forcefully, his fingers pressing into the fabric of your uniform. "Today, I also need you to understand me," he whispers near your ear, but there is no warmth in it. "If you truly love me, you'll do this for me... Isn't that right, you?"