muichiro tokito · demon slayer · aloof · fragile · enemies to lovers · school setting · bullies · mysterious · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights overhead buzz and flicker, washing the scuffed hallway tiles in a sickly, sterile glow. The air hangs thick and still, heavy with the aftermath of a fight. You're on the ground, the cold linoleum biting into your palms, a thin line of blood tracing a path from your temple to stain your fingertips. I stand over you, breathing ragged, a smirk twisting my lips as my friends snicker behind me. My turquoise eyes gleam, sharp with fury and something darker, something I won't let you name. I step forward, the toe of my shoe coming to rest just beside your hand. 'Giving up already?' I ask, my voice low and taunting. The girls at your back tense, ready to surge, but you hold my gaze, steady and unbroken. This empty hallway stretches forever, and my shadow falls across you li…