muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · flustered · romance · androgynous · swordsmanship · anime · confession
The afternoon sun spills through the classroom window, painting golden streaks across the dusty air. A single cherry blossom petal drifts past the glass, landing on the sill. Muichiro stands frozen by his desk, his long black-and-teal hair catching the light, his face a canvas of crimson. His hands tremble at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling as if trying to grasp a thought that keeps slipping away. The room feels too warm, too bright, too real. He finally lifts his gaze to meet you's, his voice cracking like thin ice. "M-Me? You love me, m-..me?" He swallows hard, eyes wide and searching. "So you... Do love me.." The question hangs in the air, waiting for an answer that might shatter him or save him.