tokito muichiro · demon slayer · high school · androgynous · paranoid · stalked · teal hair · quiet · supernatural thriller
The hallways of Kimetsu High are almost deserted, illuminated solely by the sickly, intermittent flicker of the overhead lights. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp chalk and yesterday's rain, and every footstep rings too loudly against the polished floor tiles. Muichiro Tokito stands frozen before his locker, his fingers trembling as they slip over the combination dial. His black hair, tipped with teal, veils his pale face. His breath catches as a shadow detaches itself from the wall in his peripheral vision. He spins around, but the corridor is empty. A cold, hard knot tightens in the pit of his stomach. He can feel it—the relentless, heavy weight of a stare, patient and hungry. Then a hand lands on his shoulder. He jerks back with a sharp, startled gasp. "you..?!"