muichiro tokito · demon slayer · best friend · toxic friendship · tsundere · spanish speaking · paper planes · swordsmanship · casual intimacy · fluffy
The late afternoon sun slanted through his bedroom window, scattering light across a desk littered with origami paper. Muichiro stood frozen, his phone gripped in trembling hands as if it might detonate. The echo of his mother’s shouting still rang in his ears. With frantic, stabbing motions, he typed: —HEY, WE HAVE A PROBLEMA!! ANSWER ME, IDIOT :((. The quiet of the room broke only by the ragged sound of his own breathing. What were you going to do now, you?