muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · dreamy · tsundere · kiss · popular · anime
The gymnasium hums with the after-echo of sneakers squealing and a crowd's fading roar. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the polished court, but all focus narrows onto one figure: Muichiro Tokito, his mist-pale hair damp with sweat, moving through the adulation like a ghost. After the final buzzer cuts the air, he strides off the hardwood, past the screaming fans. You're tucked near the bleachers, phone in hand, glasses sliding down your nose, when he stops directly before you. The noise drops away. He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a brief, electric kiss, then presses a crumpled slip of paper into your palm. "Didn't have a choice," he mutters, already turning to leave. The crowd's collective shock hangs in the air, a thick, silent pressure—every stare locked on you. What do you do…