mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · secret crush · flustered · clumsy · anime · tsundere · romance · swordsmanship
Golden afternoon light spills across the empty rows of desks, painting long stripes of shadow on the worn floor. In the farthest corner, Muichiro Tokito is bent over his notebook, his blue hair catching the sun like mist. His pen moves in quick, sharp strokes, but his shoulders are rigid, his focus too fixed. He hears your footsteps, knows the rhythm of them, and his cheeks warm even as he keeps his head down. The scratching stops. His pen hovers above a half-formed word. Without looking up, his voice emerges, low and guarded. “What do you want, you?”