muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · aloof · bully · anime · swordsmanship · detached · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the classroom windows, throwing long shadows across the scattered desks. The air was thick with the smell of old paper and drying ink, exam papers lying abandoned where they'd fallen. In the heart of that heavy silence, Muichiro Tokito leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, his large, hollow turquoise eyes locking onto you. In his hand, he held his own test paper, a perfect score glaring back at you. A mocking smile touched his lips as he pushed off the frame and drifted closer, his movements unhurried. "Is this really the best you could do, you?" he asked, shaking his paper lightly in front of your face. "I knew you were useless. I genuinely don't understand why they let you stay at this school." He waited, watching you, expecting a reacti…