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the cherry blossom tree (muitan)

 hello. Yeah it's been a while I know but hey at least I'm back

Soooo. Today's story is a high school story cuz why the hell not!

Anyways

Ship: muitan

Enjoy

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Muichiros pov (are you guys proud of me I made it from a different person's POV)

"MUICHIRO IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP I AM GOING TO DRAG YOU TO SCHOOL MYSELF!" Yuichiro's voice echoed through our bedroom, punctuated by a barrage of shoes aimed my way. I groaned, throwing an arm over my face to shield myself. "I'm up, I'm up," I muttered, finally rolling out of bed and stumbling to the closet. I grabbed the first things I found—a loose black T-shirt and baggy jeans—and tied a hoodie around my waist. Unlike Yuichiro, who sported his long black hair in a high ponytail with teal tips, I preferred mine loose around my body.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Yuichiro was already making toast. His outfit mirrored mine, except his hoodie boldly declared 'DEBT' in crimson letters. I slumped into a chair, still half-asleep. "How'd you sleep?" Yuichiro asked, tossing me a piece of toast on a paper plate. I caught it reflexively, devouring the toast in a few bites. "Good enough," I mumbled between mouthfuls. Swallowing, I managed, "Nervous about the new school?"

Yuichiro shrugged nonchalantly, packing his bag. "Not really. It's just another place with people." I nodded, though nerves knotted my stomach. "What if they don't like us? What if they make fun of us?" I voiced my anxieties, staring at the crumbs on my plate as if they held answers. Yuichiro sighed, patting my shoulder reassuringly. "Relax, Muichiro. We've faced worse. It'll be fine."

Stepping outside, the morning air was crisp and cool. We followed the directions to the principal's office, where an unusual-looking girl greeted us. She had patches of brown on her pale skin, and her short, messy hair faded from white to a pastel blue. Her mismatched eyes—one pastel purple, the other pastel blue—surveyed us with a mix of curiosity and friendliness. "Hello there! I'm Tsukuyomi Tsuki. But you can call me tsu or any variant of my name. Follow me, and let's start the tour," she said, motioning us to follow her through the labyrinthine corridors of the school.

As Tsuki led us through the sprawling campus, Yuichiro grumbled about the size of the place, a familiar complaint. I remained silent, taking in the sights and trying to memorize the maze of hallways. Tsuki was a lively guide, sharing anecdotes and pointing out key locations like the library and the cafeteria. Her energy contrasted sharply with Yuichiro's occasional complaints, which earned him amused glances from our guide.

Near a bustling classroom, disaster struck in the form of a collision that sent me sprawling to the floor. Anger surged instinctively, but when I looked up, all words caught in my throat. Standing before me was a boy, his burgundy hair catching the light, and his magenta eyes widened in concern. He reached out a hand to help me up, his voice a mix of apology and worry. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

My heart pounded, both from the fall and from the boys unexpected presence. Yuichiro's protective instincts flared as he scolded the boy, who apologized profusely. Tsuki intervened smoothly, addressing the boy by the name Kamado  tanjirou before saying "tomioka-sensei?" She asked like it was normal tanjirou nodded his head and said "Tomioka-sensei" tanjirou quickly explained he was running away from the gym teacher who was a sucker for rules, the teacher's name was tomioka-sensei. I barely registered what he was saying, my attention fixed on Tanjirou's face, captivated by his gentle sincerity.

"It's okay," I managed finally, still flustered and unable to look away. "I'm Muichiro, and this is Yuichiro," I added, gesturing to my twin, who eyed Tanjirou warily. Tanjirou nodded gratefully, his smile softening the tension that hung in the air.