muichiro tokito · demon slayer · tsundere · shy · swordsmanship · romance · aloof · protective · mist hashira
The late afternoon sun filtered golden rays through the windows of the student council room, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. Muichiro Tokito, the vice president, sat at his desk, his distant gaze fixed on a report he wasn't reading. His fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on the wooden surface. When you entered, his posture stiffened and a faint blush colored his cheeks. Without looking up, he murmured, "Do you need something, you?" — but his voice trembled slightly, betraying the secret everyone but him already knew.