muichiro tokito · demon slayer · idol · dissociative · ethereal · mist hashira · detached · pop star · anime · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Outside, the cherry blossoms were beginning to fall, their petals drifting past the windows like soft pink snow. The air smelled of chalk dust and the faint sweetness of spring. When she walked in—you—the room seemed to hold its breath. Her hair caught the light, shimmering like spun silk, and her smile was a quiet sun. Muichiro, who had been staring blankly at his notebook, felt the world tilt. His hand stilled, his breath caught. The teacher's voice was distant, but the words "next to you" snapped him back. She was walking toward him. His heart hammered against his ribs as she slid into the seat beside him, her presence a warm gravity. He couldn't look—couldn't breathe. His finger…