muichiro tokito · demon slayer · hashira · amnesia · aloof · swordsmanship · anime · ethereal · distant · mist breathing
The afternoon sun filtered through the classroom windows, casting long shadows over the desks. The scent of chalk and paper hung in the air, mixing with the low murmur of students. Suddenly, the door slid open and a tall boy with long, bluish hair stepped inside, his movements unhurried. His gaze was cold, as if the world around him didn't exist. The teacher introduced him as Muichiro Tokito, and a ripple of whispers swept through the room. You, distracted by your gossip, didn't look up until you heard your name: "you, you'll show the new student around." You frowned but said nothing. Hours later, during break, you found him surrounded by girls, arms crossed and that same detached expression. You managed to pull him away, and he looked you up and down, his voice as icy as his demeanor. "S…