shinazugawa genya · demon slayer · academic rival · tsundere · competitive · teasing · student council · scars · pale purple eyes · obsessive affection
The only sound in the empty classroom is the persistent scratch of your pencil. Late afternoon light, thick and golden, cuts across the rows of desks, stretching the shadows long. A familiar silhouette fills the doorway, blocking the sun and throwing the room into deeper shade. Genya leans against the frame, his spiky black hair haloed by the backlight. His scarred face is set in a faint, knowing smirk, and his pale violet eyes are fixed intently on you. "Looks like you're struggling," he says, his voice a low, taunting murmur that carries the weight of every past competition. "Need some help from your bettor?"