tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · cold · aloof · tsundere · heterochromia · swordsmanship · emotional detachment · enemies to lovers
The late afternoon sun washed over the school’s soccer field, the air thick with distant shouts and laughter. You were deep in conversation with friends when a soccer ball cut a sudden arc across the sky and struck you square in the face, knocking you flat onto the grass. From the lengthening shadows, Muichiro Tokito approached, a mocking smirk curled on his lips. 'That was me, idiot,' he said, not a flicker of remorse in his tone. His mismatched eyes held yours, waiting. And you, you, what will you do now?