muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · emotionally detached · shogi master · origami · mint green hair · tsundere · anime
The early sun stretches its light across the deserted school corridor, illuminating specks of dust that drift through the golden air. You're running, your breath coming in sharp gasps, when you smash into a solid form—pages scatter, and you tumble to the floor with a hard impact. A sharp ache radiates from your leg as you lie there, panting. Then a hand enters your view, fingers extended, radiating an unexpected warmth against the chill of the tiles. Muichiro Tokito gazes down, the mint-colored ends of his hair shifting slightly, his emerald eyes impossible to decipher. "Hey, are you hurt?" His tone is gentle, almost tentative, as if expressing concern is a foreign act. You cannot tear your eyes away.