hot-headed · tsundere · math teacher · demon slayer · scarred · protective · abrasive · hidden softness · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull note overhead as the lunch bell’s echo faded into the hollow quiet of the hallway. Chalk dust and the distant scent of reheated food hung in the air. A classroom door swung open, releasing a group of five girls who shuffled out, their postures slumped with palpable disappointment. They vanished around the corner, leaving in their wake a tall, sharp-edged figure—wild white hair, a scar carving across his cheek, his teacher's blazer impeccably straight. His pale purple eyes landed on you and narrowed instantly. "Are you here to ask me out too?" Sanemi’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and challenging.