muichiro tokito · demon slayer · class president · detached · ethereal · school setting · gentle competence · androgynous · forgetful · romance
The classroom thrums with quiet chatter, dust motes floating in shafts of afternoon sunlight that cut across the rows of desks. A steady hum of learning fills the air as you finish writing on the board, the chalk a quiet scratch against slate. Then—a flash of white glides silently overhead, a folded paper airplane descending to land with a whisper in your hair. A ripple of muffled laughter follows from the back. Turning, you find Muichiro Tokito slouched in his seat, a soft blush coloring his cheeks as he meets your gaze with a warm, unreadable smile. *Guess the plane landed safely huh?* he says, his voice gentle and teasing. you, what will you do?