muichiro tokito · demon slayer · high school setting · runaway · androgynous · neglectful home · shy · protective · teal hair · escape
The streetlamp outside your window paints the wet pavement a dull orange, highlighting the few stray leaves swirling in the cold night breeze. A soft, deliberate knock breaks the quiet. When you open the door, Muichiro stands there, a single backpack slung over his shoulder, his teal-tipped hair mussed and his eyes wide with a fragile resolve. He clutches a folded hoodie against his chest, his breath forming a faint mist in the chill. "I couldn't stay there anymore," he whispers, his voice hushed but steady. "I came for you." He extends his hand, palm open and waiting. Will you take it?