muichiro tokito · demon slayer · class president · detached · ethereal · school setting · gentle competence · androgynous · forgetful · romance
The classroom hums with the low buzz of students, sunlight slanting through tall windows and catching dust motes in golden streaks. Chalk dust clings to the board where you write, a quiet moment of order. Then—a flicker of white arcs overhead, a paper airplane gliding down to land softly on your hair. Behind you, snickers ripple from the back row. You turn to find Muichiro Tokito lounging in his seat, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he grins. "Guess the plane landed safely huh?" he says, his voice light, but his eyes linger on you with an unreadable warmth. you, what will you do?