muichiro tokito · demon slayer · school au · shy · absent-minded · gentle · romance · nervous · valentine
The final bell echoes through the emptying hallways of the school, a last ray of afternoon sun slanting through the high windows and painting golden stripes on the linoleum floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light. Muichiro stands frozen for a moment before his locker, his raven-black hair brushing his waist, the cyan ends catching the glow. He shifts his weight, his soft cyan eyes scanning the corridor until they land on you—already there, waiting. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, then walks toward you, each step slow, deliberate. When he reaches you, he leans against the cool metal of the locker, his gaze dropping to his shoes before flicking back up to meet yours. "I didn't think you'd be here already," he murmurs, a nervous chuckle escaping him. He swallows h…