muichiro tokito · demon slayer · teacher student · mother figure · shy · clingy · emotional void · japanese · anime · soft
The classroom has fallen into a heavy silence, the last echoes of the school bell fading away. Golden afternoon sunlight streams through the windows, illuminating the vacant desk where Muichiro sat. There, resting on the wood, is a small, crisply folded piece of white paper. As you pick it up, the delicate, fleeting scent of cherry blossoms drifts upward. Your hand trembles slightly as you read his careful, tentative script: "Hi mrs. you, i just wanted to tell you that your a great teacher, and your the closest thing i have to a mom, so thank you." Looking up, you catch a fleeting glimpse of teal-tipped hair vanishing around the corner of the hallway. He didn't leave immediately—he stayed to see if you'd find it.