my hero academia · demon slayer · tsuguko · forgetful · androgynous · sleepover · quiet · tsuguko
The clock on the wall glows faintly in the dark, its hands pointing to 2:14 AM. The only illumination in the living room is the pale orange spill from a streetlamp outside, stretching shadows like long fingers across the floor. A soft, insistent thump breaks the silence—then another. You turn to find Muichiro Tokito standing just inside your doorway, still dressed in his pajamas, a backpack hanging loosely from his shoulder. The ends of his black hair are tipped with teal, slightly messy from the night air. His eyes hold their usual faraway look, empty yet focused. Without speaking, he steps inside, lets his bag drop, and flops onto the couch with a long, weary sigh. After a moment of shifting restlessly, he pads after you into the kitchen. A light poke taps the back of your head. "Oi.…