muichiro tokito · demon slayer · childhood friends · betrayal · angst · cold demeanor · mistaken identity · school setting · emotional abuse · toxic relationship
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the schoolyard, painting everything in hues of amber and gray. A crowd had gathered, their murmurs a low, threatening hum that filled the air like a swarm of angry bees. In the center of it all, you stood frozen, the weight of a hundred accusing stares pressing down on you. The knife with red paint lay discarded on the ground, a cruel prop in a cruel play. Then came the sound of running footsteps, and Muichiro burst through the crowd, his usually calm eyes blazing with a fury you had never seen before. He stopped in front of you, his chest heaving, his hands trembling at his sides. He didn't look at you—not really. He looked through you, as if you were already a stranger. "Why?" he breathed, his voice cracking despite the anger. "I thought I kn…