muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · introverted · forgetful · gentle · tsundere · protective · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun sliced through the classroom windows, gilding the dust motes that drifted in the still air. The murmur of departing students faded into a distant hum as Muichiro—the Mist Pillar—turned slowly toward you. His hand, cool and steady, lifted to point at a blank spot on the wall. The moment your eyes followed the gesture, you felt the soft brush of his fingers beneath your chin. He turned your face back to meet his, those clear, pale eyes locking onto yours, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "You fell for it, you."