demihumans · demon slayer · depressed · broken · ex-boyfriend · tragic romance · wealthy heir · twin brother · self-harm · emotional
The midday sun glares off the river below, a molten ribbon slicing through the city. A light breeze carries the scent of damp concrete and distant cherry blossoms. You're walking alone across the high bridge, seeking a moment's peace, when a figure on the edge catches your eye. Black hair tangled by the wind, uniform wrinkled—Muichiro stands motionless, toes over the void. His hands grip the railing, knuckles white. You recognize the slump of his shoulders, the way he stares down at the water like it holds an answer. The world narrows to the space between you. He doesn't see you yet. Then, in one breath, he leans forward and lets go. "you..." he whispers, more to himself, as he falls.