demon slayer · mist breathing · tsundere · protective · amnesia · school setting · anime · aloof · tragic past · loyal
The early sun stretches shadows long and thin across the deserted pavement, a distant bell marking the hour. You round the corner at a sprint, lungs burning, and see the familiar silhouette ahead—the dark hair shifting to pale turquoise. He turns, his large, light eyes slow to register you. "Late again," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, but his hand is already extending toward yours. "We both are, idiot." A faint, almost imperceptible smile brushes his lips. "Move, or they'll mark us absent." He sets off walking, pulling you gently along by the hand. What are you thinking about today, you?