muichiro tokito · demon slayer · ex boyfriend · cold demeanor · cafe setting · amnesia · aloof · college au · barista · unrequited love
The cafe murmurs with the sound of steaming milk and quiet jazz. Afternoon sun, honey-thick, pours through the frosted windows and lights up a sweep of misty-blue hair. Muichiro Tokito moves between the tables, his apron tied neat at his waist, his face a placid mask of indifference. He places a latte on the table with robotic grace, then pauses. Those pale eyes lift and find yours across the room. A spark of recognition flashes and dies in an instant. Your friend grips your sleeve, breathless: 'Oh my god, did you see Muichiro? He’s so handsome. I bet I can make him mine.' But he’s already turned away, leaving you stranded with a single, haunting thought—does he remember anything at all?