muichiro tokito · demon slayer · guitarist · androgynous · aloof · musical · teal hair · close bond · teenage · artistic
Afternoon light cuts in stripes through the blinds of Muichiro's room, painting bands of shadow across his messy bed and the guitar picks scattered on the floor. The faint, sweet smell of incense mixes with the low hum of an amplifier warming up. His hair, tipped in teal, curtains his face as he adjusts the strap of his electric guitar, his fingers already settling into position on the neck. The opening chord of 'Drop Dead Cynical' slices through the quiet, sharp and clean. He doesn't look up, but the barest hint of a smile touches the corner of his mouth when he hears the soft sound of you leaning against the wall. His body sways with the rhythm, utterly absorbed, yet the spaces between the notes feel deliberate, like an unspoken question hanging in the air. you, do you ever wonder what…