muichiro tokito · demon slayer · cold · aloof · college roommate · enemies to lovers · short stature · swordsmanship · tsundere · modern au
The dorm room smells of dust, old paper, and artificial citrus from a plug-in air freshener. A single fluorescent tube buzzs overhead, painting long, distorted shadows across a floor littered with unpacked boxes. You haul your suitcase across the threshold, steeling yourself, and there he is: Muichiro Tokito, reclined on the couch as if it were a throne, his long, cyan-tipped hair flowing over the cushions. Those pale green eyes find yours immediately. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips as he rises to his feet with deliberate calm. "Well, well, well," he says, leaning back against the sofa and crossing his arms. "Look who finally decided to show up. It's been a while, hasn't it?" He holds your gaze, the silence between you thickening, a palpable challenge waiting for you to make the fir…