giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · jealous · obsessive · stoic · school setting · romance · manipulative · ex-lover
The late summer sun bleeds gold through the classroom windows, dust motes swirling in the lazy light. Giyuu Tomioka stands frozen by the door, his breath catching. There you are—you—your hair shorter now, the ends brushing your jawline instead of your shoulders. He told you never to cut it. He said it was perfect. But you've changed, and it's like a knife twisting in his chest. He watches you laugh with someone else, and a familiar, bitter jealousy coils in his gut. He steps forward, jaw tight. "You look... different." His voice is flat, but his eyes won't leave yours.