Kimetsu Gakuen Junior High Chronicles

A Day in Unlikely Attire

Muichiro Tokito, the quiet and stoic member of the Demon Slayer Corps, found himself in an unexpected predicament. It all began with a seemingly harmless bet made between him and his close friends, Nezuko Kamado and Makomo. They had decided to spend a rare day off together, and as the day wore on, they began to get competitive.

"Muichiro, I bet you can't finish that entire plate of spicy curry in one go!" Makomo challenged, pointing at the towering mountain of spicy curry on Muichiro's plate.

Muichiro, never one to back down from a challenge, accepted with a nod. Little did he know that this was the beginning of a hilarious and embarrassing adventure.

As Muichiro dug into the curry, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his mouth was on fire. Nezuko and Makomo exchanged mischievous glances as they watched him struggle.

"He's really going for it, Nezuko," Makomo whispered, trying not to burst into laughter.

Nezuko nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Let's make this interesting. If he can't finish it, he has to wear the junior school girl uniform for the entire day at school."

Muichiro overheard their whispered conversation and paused for a moment, contemplating his options. He was confident in his ability to finish the curry, but the thought of wearing a junior school girl uniform at the Demon Slayer Academy was too embarrassing to contemplate.

"Deal," Muichiro said, determined to prove himself.

With renewed determination, Muichiro shoveled spoonful after spoonful of curry into his mouth. Sweat poured down his face, his eyes watered, and his mouth felt like it was on fire, but he refused to give in. After what felt like an eternity, he triumphantly scraped the last bit of curry from his plate.

Makomo and Nezuko exchanged stunned glances before breaking into applause.

"He did it!" Nezuko cheered.

Makomo grinned. "You're a curry-eating champion, Muichiro!"

Muichiro leaned back in his chair, panting heavily but wearing a smug expression. "I told you I could do it."

The celebration was short-lived, however, as the realization of the bet began to sink in. Muichiro would have to wear a junior school girl uniform to the Demon Slayer Academy the next day. Nezuko and Makomo wasted no time in making arrangements.

The following morning, Muichiro reluctantly found himself in the uniform, which was surprisingly the perfect fit. Nezuko and Makomo stood before him, holding back laughter as they admired their handiwork.

"You look adorable, Muichiro!" Nezuko exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Makomo couldn't contain her laughter any longer. "You really do! Black is your color!"

Muichiro's expression remained stoic, but his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil. He muttered, "This is ridiculous," under his breath.

As they walked to the Demon Slayer Academy, Muichiro couldn't escape the stares and giggles from his fellow students. Some even asked for pictures, which only fueled his embarrassment.

Nezuko and Makomo, however, remained by his side, providing unwavering support, though their compliments had a playful edge.

"Muichiro, you're the prettiest girl in school," Nezuko teased.

Makomo added, "I can't believe how well you pull off this look. Maybe you should consider a career in modeling."

Muichiro was saltier than the spiciest curry he had ever eaten. He tried his best to ignore their comments and focus on his studies, but every passing student seemed to have something to say about his attire.

Throughout the day, Muichiro endured the playful teasing and constant compliments. He maintained his composure, but deep down, he couldn't wait for the day to end.

Finally, when the last bell rang, Muichiro wasted no time changing back into his regular Demon Slayer school uniform. As he stepped out of the dressing room, he saw Nezuko and Makomo waiting for him, grinning.

"So, Muichiro, how was your day as a junior school girl?" Nezuko asked, barely able to contain her laughter.

Muichiro couldn't help but crack a small smile. "I hope you two had your fun."

Makomo gave him a playful punch on the arm. "It was all in good fun, Muichiro. Besides, you looked pretty cute."

Muichiro rolled his eyes, but deep down, he couldn't deny that he appreciated his friends' support, even if it meant enduring a day of embarrassment.

As they walked home together, the three friends shared a laugh, knowing that this bet would be a story they would retell for years to come.