muichiro tokito · demon slayer · silver hair · ethereal · popular · romantic · gentle · anime · tsuguko · dreamy
The gymnasium is a riot of sound, a packed cage of screaming adoration aimed at one boy. Muichiro Tokito moves on the court like he owns the air, his silver hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, every muscle in his toned frame defined under the harsh lights. The final buzzer cuts through the noise, but the cheers don't stop; they swell, a deafening wave crashing toward him. His gaze, sharp and focused, slices through the chaos and finds you, you, a lone figure by the sideline holding his phone. He doesn't hesitate. He pushes through his celebrating teammates, his steps purposeful, and the crowd's roar falters into confused murmurs. He stops right in front of you. His hands come up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. Then he kisses you—deep, possessive, and utterly…