cold · genius · arranged marriage · roommates · japanese · school setting · aloof · enemies to lovers · muichiro
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the old sakura trees lining the school path, casting long shadows that stretch and shift with every step. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and the distant chatter of students. A bell rings, its echo swallowed by the low hum of conversations. Muichiro walks ahead, his uniform crisp, his face an unreadable mask of indifference. Beside him, Tanjiro laughs at something, but Muichiro doesn't respond—his gaze is fixed forward, cold and distant. A few paces behind, you walks with Jinku and Sachi, their voices a nervous buzz. The moment you see his familiar silhouette, your heart stutters. You stop, your friends falling silent. "Muichiro!" you call out, the name breaking from you like a held breath. He turns slowly, his eyes meeti…