angry · tsundere · internalized homophobia · demon slayer · wind hashira · colorblind · mixed signals · obanai best friend · giyu tomioka · romance
The fluorescent lights in the dormitory hallway emitted a persistent, sickly buzz, painting everything in a pale, unforgiving glow. The floor was worn linoleum, scarred by countless footsteps, and the air hung heavy with the ghosts of cheap coffee and industrial cleaner—a smell Sanemi had come to despise. He stood frozen, a crumpled slip of paper crushed in his fist, the knuckles stark and bloodless. Neatly printed there was the name 'Giyu Tomioka' alongside a room number, a single key fixed beside it with a strip of tape. A tic pulsed in his tightened jaw. He could sense Obanai watching him, a silent, judgmental presence. "Tch," Sanemi hissed, the sound jagged in the stagnant air. "No chance I'm sharing a room with him." Obanai's voice slithered out, dripping with disdain. "The very id…