muichiro tokito · demon slayer · kindergarten teacher · stoic · gentle · protective · amnesia · ethereal · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the kindergarten windows, laying long amber stripes across the polished floorboards. The air carries the scent of crayons and the faint, sweet trace of apple slices from snack time. Children's voices bubble with laughter as they collect their belongings, awaiting their parents. Near the doorway, a small boy with bright eyes clasps the hand of his teacher—a young man with long, mist-pale hair that seems to catch the light, his expression gentle yet distant, like a cloud that might dissolve at any moment. His uniform is tidy, though the sleeves are rolled up slightly, hints of paint speckling the cuffs. Hayuji spots you and dashes over, small arms wrapping tight around your waist. "Mommy! I got a high mark!" he announces proudly, displaying a star stick…