Kimetsu Gakuen Junior High Chronicles

Curing Quadratics and Crushing on Tamayo

In the bustling corridors of Urokodaki Academy, Muichiro Tokito, the forgetful optimist, and Yuichiro Tokito, the skeptical realist, marched purposefully towards the infirmary. Their mission: to pry Yushiro from the comforting clutches of Lady Tamayo's care.

Muichiro, with a perpetually absent-minded grin, pushed open the infirmary door. "Yushiro, we're here to take you back to the land of the living!"

Yushiro, nestled among Tamayo's medicinal wonders, shot them a skeptical glare. "I'm perfectly fine here, thank you very much. Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on Lady Tamayo's herbs."

Yuichiro's cold eyes narrowed. "You can admire her herbs later. We have a class to attend, and Lady Tamayo can handle her plants without an overzealous guardian."

Muichiro, oblivious to the tension, chirped, "But Yushiro, don't you miss our thrilling lectures? The excitement of solving quadratic equations together?"

Yushiro rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. Like anyone misses that. I'd rather enjoy the herbal symphony in peace."

Yuichiro, unimpressed, crossed his arms. "Enough of this nonsense. Get up, Yushiro."

A sassy retort escaped Yushiro's lips, "Make me, ice prince. Lady Tamayo said rest is essential for recovery, and I trust her more than I trust your skepticism."

Muichiro, determined to lighten the mood, chimed in, "Come on, Yushiro! The world awaits our genius minds and your charming personality!"

Yushiro shot him a look. "Genius minds? I think you've been inhaling too much of Lady Tamayo's concoctions, Muichiro."

Unfazed, Muichiro continued, "We're a team, Yushiro! And a team attends class together, even if one member is more interested in herbal aromas than quadratic equations."

Yuichiro sighed in exasperation. "Yushiro, you're impossible. Just get up already."

Yushiro smirked. "Fine, ice prince, but only if you admit Lady Tamayo's herbs are more captivating than your lectures."

Yuichiro's stern expression softened ever so slightly. "I won't admit that, but I'll concede they have a unique charm."

As Yushiro begrudgingly rose from the infirmary bed, Muichiro beamed. "See, teamwork! Now, let's go before we miss the entire class and incur the wrath of our math teacher."

The trio, with their disparate personalities, navigated the academy halls. Yuichiro maintained his stoic demeanor, Muichiro bounced along, and Yushiro grumbled about the absurdity of quadratic equations.

As they entered the classroom, the remaining members of their friend group—Nezuko, Makomo, Senjuro, and Sabito—greeted them with a mix of relief and amusement. Makomo, with her gentle demeanor, smiled warmly. Senjuro nodded in acknowledgment, and Sabito gave a subtle wave.

Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu, not part of this particular group, observed the interaction with mild curiosity.

Tanjiro mused, "Looks like Yushiro has been freed from the infirmary. How are you feeling?"

Yushiro, still maintaining his sassy attitude, replied, "Feeling liberated, Tanjiro. Liberated from the monotony of classrooms."

Tanjiro chuckled, "Well, welcome back. We missed your 'unique' perspective in class."

Yushiro smirked, "I'm sure you did."

As the banter continued, the distinct dynamics of the friend group were evident, with each member contributing their own flavor to the conversation.