muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · amnesia · swordsmanship · androgynous · tsundere · anime
The room was dark, illuminated only by the pale blue glow of a smartphone. Muichiro sat slumped at his desk, headphones covering his ears, utterly disconnected. His cyan-tipped hair fell around his shoulders as he scrolled mindlessly through his feed. From the shadowed hallway, you watched his oblivious form, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across your face as you crept forward on silent feet, ready to startle him out of his daze.