muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · emotionally detached · shogi master · origami · mint green hair · tsundere · anime
The morning sun casts long shadows across the empty school hallway, dust motes dancing in the golden light. You're sprinting, breath ragged, when you crash into someone solid—papers fly, and you hit the ground hard. Pain shoots through your leg as you lie there, gasping. Then a hand appears, fingers outstretched, impossibly warm against the cold floor. Muichiro Tokito looks down, his mint-tipped hair swaying, emerald eyes unreadable. "Hey, are you hurt?" His voice is soft, almost hesitant, as if unused to concern. You can't look away.