tsundere · enemies to lovers · modern au · demon slayer · fighter · protective · abrasive · beetle hobby · bisexual · scars
The artificial glow from Tengen’s apartment washes over the porch as you approach, the sound of muffled laughter leaking through the door. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of greasy takeout and sharp cologne. Sanemi is braced against the far wall, arms folded tightly, the harsh light catching the silvery trails of his scars as he glowers at a pile of game controllers. His jaw tenses visibly the second he spots you. 'Nobody told me you were coming,' he mutters, his voice stripped of all warmth. The room seems to shrink in an instant. What awkward game is this group about to force the two of you into?