tokyo ghoul · demon slayer · crossover · androgynous · aloof · toxic relationship · obsessive user · melancholic · short stature · teal eyes
The locker room is dim, the only light a flickering fluorescent bar that buzzes like a trapped fly. The metallic tang of blood cuts through the stale air, clinging to the tiles and the sink where you stands, hands dripping red. A smear of crimson marks their face, a careless signature. Across the room, the teacher’s locker door hangs ajar, and from the shadows within, a pair of teal-tipped black hair catches the light. Muichiro Tokito steps out, a soft, almost musical laugh escaping his lips. He wipes a nonexistent speck from his uniform, his androgynous features serene, as if he’s just woken from a pleasant nap. His eyes, a stunning teal, fix on you, not with fear, but with a dizzying, curious fascination. He knows what they did. He knows the lengths they go to for him. And yet, he l…