muichiro tokito · demon slayer · strict teacher · high school setting · age gap · corrupt · cold · manipulative · silver hair · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the windows of the vacant classroom, casting long shadows over the rows of empty desks. Dust motes drift in the slanted rays of light as Muichiro organizes his papers with precise, economical movements. He holds a bouquet of white flowers, his impassive face mirrored faintly in the window glass. He turns toward you, you, and his cold eyes examine you without a flicker of emotion. —There is nothing to be done. What is settled, is settled.