muichiro tokito · demon slayer · school setting · rejection · angst · cruel · cold · silver hair · toxic dynamic
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles across the classroom, illuminating the dust swirling in the still air. The hallway hums with the din of students packing up, but your entire world narrows to a single point: Muichiro Tokito, leaning idly against the lockers, his silver hair a stark contrast to the muted walls. Two friends flank him, sharing a joke. Your heart thunders against your ribs as you force your feet forward. The words burst out, raw and too loud: "I like you!!" Your face flames with heat as you wait, but instead of kindness, his lips twist into a mocking smile. He laughs—a dry, dismissive sound—and his friends echo it. His voice slices clean through the background noise. "Don't be so dramatic. It's just plastic. No one will ever love you looking like that." The hallway…