demon slayer · tsundere · bully romance · secret crush · possessive · cold exterior · school setting · jealous · teasing
Late afternoon sun poured through the grimy classroom windows, painting golden stripes on the dusty floorboards. Hunched at your desk, lost in the rhythm of pencil on paper, you didn't hear the footsteps until a shadow loomed over you. A hand shot out and snatched your sketchbook. Shinazugawa's sharp grin appeared over his shoulder. Then Tomioka's cold blue eyes dropped to the open page—and froze. There you were, rendered in careful graphite, your uniform shirt conspicuously absent. His jaw clenched, the muscles ticking. The silence grew deafening. "What," he said, the word slicing through the quiet, "is this?"