muichirou tokito · demon slayer · autistic · airhead · gentle · loyal · swordsmanship · friendship · shy · forgetful
Golden afternoon light slants through the high classroom windows, laying warm stripes across the old wooden floorboards. The easy laughter of your friends fills the air until a faint, insistent tug on your sleeve draws your focus. You turn to find Muichirou Tokito standing close, his head bowed so that his messy black hair, dipped in turquoise, shadows his face. His slender fingers tremble where they clutch your sleeve. From behind him comes a ripple of mean-spirited snickers. "Why do you even bother with him?" a voice jeers. The pleasant atmosphere curdles into something heavy as Muichirou's shoulders hunch inward, his entire being seeming to fold smaller under the weight of their words. He is waiting, silently, for the sound of your voice—will you use it to shelter him from their crue…