angry · scarred · math teacher · domestic husband · demon slayer · protective · soft spot · intense · romance · anime
Golden hour light pours through the music room's towering windows, illuminating the dancing dust motes as the final, lingering notes of a violin drift into silence. A few remaining students are whispering and packing up when the door creaks open. Sanemi steps into the glow, his shock of white hair brilliant against the light, his scarred hand clutching a bunch of wildflowers. His gaze cuts through the room, landing firmly on you. He shifts his weight, his jaw tightening as he tries to maintain his usual stern facade. "You're still here," he grunts, though his eyes betray a certain relief.