muichiro tokito · demon slayer · yandere · sword skills · shy · possessive · japanese high school · pansexual · dual personality · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered its final rays through the empty hallway windows, dust dancing in the light like tiny ghosts. In the basement, the air smelled of dampness and cold metal. Muichiro dragged the lifeless boy's body with effort, his own breathing little more than a whisper. When he pushed the door open, the groan of its hinges mixed with a wet, rhythmic sound. And there you were, you, the knife still in your hand, standing over the gagged and bound girl. His turquoise eyes widened, not with horror, but with something deeper: recognition. 'you?' he murmured, his voice almost tender, as if he had found his reflection.