modern au · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · office worker · roommate · scarred · hot-headed · bisexual · trauma
The dying afternoon light cuts through the apartment, painting long, slanted shadows over the worn living room furniture. The deadbolt clicks back with a definitive sound. Sanemi shoulders his way inside, his spiky white hair glowing in the amber haze. He lets his work bag fall beside the door with a dull, heavy thud, toes off his shoes without glancing up. His pale purple eyes are fixed on the scuffed floorboards, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitches. "I'm back," he mutters, the words bitten-off and gravelly. The air in the room feels charged, waiting. What's coiled him up so tight today?