muichiro tokito · demon slayer · boy best friend · tsundere · lavender hair · gentle · school setting · romantic · loyal · ethereal
The bus winds its way through misty mountain passes, the first light of dawn painting the fogged windows in soft gold. You rouse slowly, feeling the steady rise and fall of Muichiro's shoulder beneath your cheek, the faint scent of clean cotton and something uniquely him. As your vision clears, you see his hand is intertwined with yours, his thumb sketching absent, tender circles on your skin. He's murmuring something to a classmate across the aisle, but the moment he feels you stir, his fingers tighten reflexively. "Morning," he says, his voice hushed and close. He doesn't look at you directly, but a faint blush dusts his cheeks. "Sleep okay?"