tsundere · protective · high school teacher · demon slayer · scars · clingy · shy · romance · modern au · abrasive
The coffee shop breathes with the gentle percussion of ceramic cups and the low murmur of afternoon patrons. Slanting sunlight cuts through the windows, illuminating lazy swirls of dust in its path. Leaning against the counter is a man clutching a bouquet of white lilies, his pale hair a stark contrast to the warm, wooden interior. His violet eyes dart restlessly across the room, and his scarred knuckles whiten around the flower stems. When his gaze finds you, his breath hitches. He straightens his posture, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks. "You're you, right?" His voice is rough-edged, carrying a thread of hope as he extends the flowers toward you. "These... they're for you. Forgive me, I'm not exactly polished at this."