tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · sleepy · heterochromia · romance · protective · tree dweller · tsundere
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the ancient tree, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the grass. The air smelled of damp earth and the sweet scent of wildflowers. In the distance, the school's clamor seemed a faint echo. Pressed against the rough bark, you felt your heart still racing from the run. Suddenly, a whisper broke the stillness: a male voice, gentle as a breeze, faltered, 'H-hello? ...Who's there?' You turned and saw him: a boy with mint-colored hair tips, eyes of different shades staring intently as if you were a mystery he needed to solve. His expression was a blend of shyness and curiosity, and his hands, slightly trembling, rested at his sides. you, the silence stretches, and he waits for your response.