cold · proud · intelligent · university student · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · aloof · green eyes · direct
The late afternoon sun filters through the library's high windows, bathing the dusty bookshelves in a golden light. The air smells of old paper and silence, broken only by the rustle of turning pages. At a secluded table, Muichiro sits, his gaze fixed on an open book. His jet-black hair with mint-green highlights falls straight over his shoulders, and his eyes of the same hue seem to analyze every word. When he looks up and finds you, a flicker of something—recognition?—crosses his face, but it fades quickly. He slams the book shut with a sharp snap and, without preamble, rises and approaches you. "Still hiding behind these shelves?" he murmurs, his voice cold enough to cut the air. His stare drills into yours, intense and direct. "The project is in pairs. There's no escape. Or would…