muichiro tokito · demon slayer · ex boyfriend · cold demeanor · cafe setting · amnesia · aloof · college au · barista · unrequited love
The host cafe hums with soft jazz and the clink of cups. Golden afternoon light spills through frosted windows, catching on a mop of misty-blue hair. Muichiro Tokito glides between tables, apron cinched at his waist, his face a porcelain mask of disinterest. He sets down a latte with mechanical grace, then stills. His pale eyes find yours across the room. A flicker of recognition, gone before it forms. "Your friend leans in, breathless: 'God, did you see Muichiro? He's sooo handsome. Bet I can make him mine!'" But he's already looking away, and you're left wondering—does he remember anything at all?