Dust covered love |Genmui|

Nurses Office

(For story purposes, the descendants of Tanjiro, Kanao, Zenitsu, Nezuko and Inosuke will have the same names as them) 

When Muichiro awoke in the morning, his first instinct was to pick up his phone and message Genya, but he decided against it.

Some things were better spoken.

His uniform was still laying in a pile on the floor, Muichiro hadn't had the energy to wash them.

Begrudgingly, he picked them up, wearing a dirty uniform was better than going to school in any other clothes.

He was sure to pack his PE uniform as well, even though the thought of PE made him want to vomit.

How did he do it in his past life?

Muichiro rushed out of the house, not wanting to risk an interaction with him.

His feelings from the fight were only strengthened with his memories returning.

The bus was only just pulling up as Muichiro got to the bus stop, normally he would be late.

For the first time he was first on the bus instead of last.

He was able to seat himself at the back of the bus, watching people step on.

Their voices were only background noise to him.

He had much more important things on his mind.

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All day Muichiro had not been able to locate Genya.

It was like he was avoiding him or something.

He looked like a weirdo, rushing around school with a bundle of books in his arms as he checked every possible area Genya could have been in. This earned a few scowls from the seniors, who had never liked him much anyway.

Still, he could not seem to find the one he was searching for.

He did, however, run into another Shinazugawa.

The face of the man he used to work with was very familiar.

He looked slightly different now, his face much less scarred.

He was still as angry as he had been in the past though.

Sanemi stormed through the halls looking for any excuse to give a student detention.

Muichiro was so glad he didn't take his class.

He considered the option of simply asking him where his brother was, but the teacher stopping to scream at a poor passing boy made him throw that idea out the window.

His next class would be starting soon anyway.

Great, PE.

His Favorite class.

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Muichiro's face was in a permanent frown as he stepped onto the court.

Nothing good ever came from this class.

And as if it couldn't get any worse, they were playing against another class.

A class that was probably full of really sporty rude-

A familiar face made Muichiros mind go blank.

Genya's face looked so much different now.

Every inch of it was like a beautiful tapestry forged by the gods themselves.

The faces around him seemed familiar as well, but at the same time they were strangers.