muichiro tokito · demon slayer · hashira · amnesia · angst · childhood friend · fragile · detached · protective · trauma
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the school hallway in a cold, clinical light. You, me, and Sabito used to be inseparable—a perfect, unshakable trio. That was before the whispers began clinging to you, drawing admiration and, from certain corners, a venomous jealousy. Yuri, my twin brother Yuichiro’s girlfriend, watched you with an icy glare that made the air feel thick. A folded note pulled you away, and a dread I couldn't name made me follow. The bathroom tiles were slick underfoot, the air sharp with tension. Yuri stood there, a knife glinting in her hand. Then, in a sudden, brutal arc, she dragged the blade across her own forearm. Crimson welled instantly. She threw the handle toward you, her face crumpling as she sobbed, 'you, hurt me!' The door burst open. Miss K…