KNY | The Love Trap Technique (Sanegiyuu)

chapter 1 | early morning

Giyuu's POV

"It's two-twenty in the morning, you better have a damn good reason to be banging on my door so early," I snapped harshly at the younger boy that stood at my door in the dimmed lights of the dorm hall.

"Um, well, you are the advisor and I figured that this is an advisor issue," he mumbled, his burgundy red hair was a mess and there were bags under his eyes.

"Go on then, spit it out already so I can go back to sleep," I sighed.

"Ok, so what happened was that Inosuke was out and about past curfew-"

"Like always," I mumbled as Tanjirou told me his story.

"And like an hour ago I got up from bed to go to the bathroom and what I think happened is that while I was gone Inosuke came back and locked me out of the room," he said.

"And you didn't think to take your room key with you?" I asked, completely annoyed.

"I just left the door open, the bathroom is right down the hall. I didn't expect Inosuke to lock me out by accident or for anyone to try and go in and like, I don't know, steal something!" he exclaimed in a hushed voice. "And that was all about an hour ago, I've been knocking on the door, but Inosuke's a super heavy sleeper and he probably can't hear me."

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, "Ok, I'll get my card, just give me a moment." He nodded and waited at the door while I grabbed my lanyard off my desk and walked out into the hall with him.

We walked in silence through the quiet hall, we got to his dorm and I unlocked the electronic lock with my keycard. All the advisors had keycards that were granted access to all the rooms in the dorm buildings, while the regular students had keycards that accessed their own rooms and a few other rooms they were allowed to use.

The lock beeped and a little light on the scanner turned green, the door unlocked and Tanjirou opened it. "Thank you so much for helping me, Tomioka! I promise to make it up to you!"

"Just never do this again, always take your key with you when you leave your room," I said plainly, he nodded his head and then shut the door to his room. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I walked back to my room silently, the lights in the hall were dimmed because of the time and there shouldn't have been anyone out of their rooms or even awake.

I sighed as I tucked myself back into bed under my three blankets, fluffy duvet and three pillows. Needless to say my bed was a mess but I always found comfort in that, and since I myself was a room advisor I didn't have to enforce the bed making rule. Not that I enforced that with the others, not on a daily basis anyway, but I always remind the other students that I am supposed to at least pretend to care about their beds when I do room checks.

I also didn't have a roommate as a senior advisor so I didn't have anyone complaining about the clothes and books and papers on the floor and the messiness of the bed. I've had lots of roommates in the past that have complained about how messy my side of the room was.

My room was smaller because it was a single room and I wasn't sharing, it was just a simple square room. The bed was taller with two short dressers tucked underneath the frame pushed against the wall. And then a desk under a window on the far wall and then on the opposite wall from my bed I had some floating shelves on the walls filled with books and a tall wardrobe. I had some posters on my walls and other trinkets here and there.

I layered my blankets on top of myself and turned on my side towards the rest of my room, there was a small night light plugged in which cast a soft blue light in the room. I sighed and stared at it, there was a sense of comfort I found in the light. Maybe it was stupid to be scared of the dark at my age, but I didn't really care and just kept the light for my own sound of mind.

The sun rose at around five thirty to six in the morning. I sat up in bed, and sighed. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I walked over to the door where there was a light switch on the wall, the lights turned on and I dug some shorts, a thin hoodie and an old ragged t-shirt out of my drawers. I changed into the clothes and tucked my card into the zipper pocket of my shorts.

I pulled my long hair back into a ponytail and started out of my dorm. I took the stairs to the main floor from the second floor, there was a common room with some seating and some windows. I walked out the door of the building and out into the crisp morning air.

I could see the first rays of sun peeking out from under the horizon. I walked the cement path away from the building and towards the school track a little ways away from the dorms to run. I never got too much sleep, and it was boring and sometimes anxiety inducing to just lay in bed doing nothing. So whenever I was awake early, which was most of the time, I'd go for a run to kill time and clear my head.

I didn't run with earbuds, that kind of defeats the purpose for me. I ran to clear my head, just to look ahead at the track and know where I'm going without having to actually think about it. Focusing on my breath and my pulse and just not thinking about anything; I once had a roommate that used to run with me, he was surprised to learn that I don't listen to music while working out. Though I can see the appeal, it just isn't for me.

I was walking back to the dorms when I saw something interesting. It was the headmaster with another person walking down one of the pathways in my direction. Though they were a little ways down the path I hurried back into the building, the last thing I wanted was human interaction so early in the morning.