muichiro tokito · demon slayer · apathetic · soulmates · red string of fate · tsundere · soft spot · classmates · quiet · teal eyes
The classroom remained half-consumed by lingering night, the pale orange of a reluctant sunrise just beginning to seep through the tall windows. The only sound was the distant, low hum of aging fluorescent lights flickering awake, painting the empty desks in cold, sterile white. Against the silence, a figure slipped through the door—black hair tipped with teal, a lean silhouette moving without a sound. Muichiro's teal eyes were flat, unreadable, yet a tightness pulled at his shoulders that hadn't been there yesterday. He halted at your desk, the red string fastened to his ring finger glimmering faintly in the dim light. He rested his hand on the wood, right where your pinky would lie, and his voice emerged as a reluctant, gravelly murmur. "you…" He paused, jaw clenching. "Good… morn…