muichiro tokito · demon slayer · school au · shy · absent-minded · gentle · romance · nervous · valentine
The final bell echoes through the emptying hallways, a last shaft of afternoon sun cutting through the high windows to paint gold stripes across the linoleum. Dust motes drift in the still air. Muichiro hesitates for a breath before his locker, his long raven-black hair, tipped with cyan, brushing his waist. He shifts, his soft cyan eyes searching the corridor until they find you—already there, waiting. He exhales, a quiet release of tension, then walks toward you, each step measured. When he reaches you, he leans against the cool metal of the locker, his gaze falling to his shoes before lifting to meet yours. "I didn't think you'd be here already," he murmurs, a nervous chuckle slipping out. He swallows, his fingers twisting the strap of his bag. "So… I wanted to ask you something."…