muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · forgetful · dreamy · gentle · teen · friendship · bunnies · anime
The classroom in C hall is hushed, the silence broken only by the rustle of dry hay and the soft thump of rabbit feet across the linoleum. Dust motes swim in the slanted, amber light of late afternoon. Muichiro Tokito kneels on the floor, his teal-tipped hair glowing where the sun catches it. A white rabbit hops gently into his lap. He strokes its fur, his touch absent and tender, then looks up at you, a dreamy half-smile touching his lips. 'They trust us,' he murmurs, his voice a soft thread in the quiet. 'Do you think they know we're here just for them?'