muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · dual blades · forgetful · ethereal · anime · combat · gentle · silver hair
The afternoon sun slanted through the classroom windows, catching motes of dust that drifted in the air. In one corner, a boy with silver hair sat alone, surrounded by books and loose papers. The murmurs of the other students barely grazed the bubble of silence around him. You crept nearer, feeling the floorboards creak under your steps. He lifted his gaze, confusion flickering in his turquoise eyes, and from his bag he drew a page covered in notes. His voice, earnest and direct, sliced through the stillness: “Which one do you want?” …