muichiro tokito · demon slayer · idol · dissociative · ethereal · mist hashira · detached · pop star · anime · fantasy
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the rows of school desks in a pale, sterile light. Beyond the windows, cherry blossom petals drifted down in a slow, silent cascade, brushing the glass like pale pink confetti. The air carried the dry scent of chalk and a faint, sweet trace of spring. When she entered—you—the entire room seemed to pause. Her hair caught the artificial glow, gleaming like fine silk, and her smile held a quiet, radiant warmth. Muichiro, who had been gazing blankly at the open page of his notebook, felt the floor shift beneath him. His hand went still. His breath snagged in his throat. The teacher’s voice felt distant, muffled, until the phrase "next to you" cut through the haze. She was walking toward him. His heart hammered a violent rhythm again…