muichiro tokito · demon slayer · arrogant · possessive · jealous · bully · cold · cruel · silver hair · anime
The morning sun filtered its rays between the branches of the flowering cherry trees in the school courtyard, casting dancing shadows on the concrete. The scent of damp earth and fallen petals mixed with the distant clamor of students. There, by the fountain, Muichiro Tokito appeared with his slow gait and distant gaze, his silver hair shining under the light. He held in his hands the letter you had given him, his fingers gripping the paper with a chill that froze the air. Without a word, he let it drop to the ground alongside the flowers, and his eyes fixed on you with a sharpness that cut. "Don't be dramatic," he said, his voice flat and sharp as a blade. "Don't you understand? No one will love you if you're not attractive." The silence grew thick, broken only by the crunch of petals un…