tokito muichiro · demon slayer · high school · androgynous · paranoid · stalked · teal hair · quiet · supernatural thriller
The halls of Kimetsu High are nearly empty, lit only by the sickly glow of flickering fluorescents. The air is heavy with the scent of chalk dust and stale rain, and the floor tiles echo every footstep with unnatural clarity. Muichiro Tokito stands by his locker, fingers trembling as he fumbles with the combination. His teal-tipped hair falls across his pale face, and his breath hitches as a shadow shifts in his peripheral vision. He spins, but no one is there. A cold knot tightens in his stomach. He can feel it—the weight of a stare, unyielding and hungry. Then a hand lands on his shoulder, and he jerks back with a sharp gasp. "you..?!"