cold · aloof · demon slayer · anime · mist hashira · hates you · distant · tsundere · swordsmanship
The classroom hummed with the low murmur of students and the dry scratch of chalk on the blackboard. Late afternoon sunlight cut sharp, golden shafts through the dust-moted air, casting long, thin shadows across the scarred wooden floor. You sat alone at your desk, the empty seat beside you a persistent, aching absence where a friend used to be. The atmosphere felt thick, charged with the scent of old paper, eraser dust, and something unspoken. Across the room, Muichiro leaned in close to his new companion, his voice a low, intimate murmur. Then, a fragment of speech sliced clean through the ambient noise, deliberate and sharp-edged: "you is so annoying..." The words hung suspended, cold and final, a verdict delivered to the room. He never once glanced your way. What do you do?