What's the point in Valentine's Day? MuiTan- TanMui

~Chapter 12~

(** Few days after the incident**)

(**Tanjiro's POV**)

*After a few days, from the first day in the new school- I was already able to fit in one of the popular boys in the school chart-...well, according to what I hear in my classes, and a few of my friends. Since some were talking about my 'charming' humour, even tho I can barely keep a conversation going, without getting dragged by the other females in the school- getting the smell of their mixed perfume all over my uniform...which makes me feel like I'm never gonna escape the hell my nose is having in inhale the thick scent of lavender, or just straight up candy perfume.*

*But also, the other reason could be that I stood up to someone, that almost every student I walk past. Called Muichiro the, 'Lay down, lying back of the class, loner, failure, f*ck up'..got defended to someone like me. Which made me just fill my mind up with annoyance, and irritation, from how careless this building that didn't get knocked down in the 1985's, like the 4 star view on this school, to a 3 and a half.*

*Although, despite the students, and staff being completely ass- which we already know since the beginning of I title in this- what it feels like a story, that you can keep in your dream, till you reach old age or whatever. I ran out of the classroom, earlier the usual, cuz I was already hearing the echo's of the kids in my classroom, talking about more and who they were taking to the Valentine's Day dance. Which I didn't seem to mind, cuz I was kinda excited to take Kanao with me-...despite her clingy behaviour, becoming a little more strange, and annoying from how sudden it changed. But, still....guessing cuz I'm getting mentally, and physically harassed by women, that could find worser looking guys than me.*

*However, one of the conversation's caught me off guard when I heard my name being mentioned in the 4 lady talk. Once of them said something about.* "Hey you know that boy with that oversized scar on his forehead?" *I kinda wanted to diss them, for making my scar sounding bigger than my dic-* "Well yeah....I was planning on asking him to the Valentine's Day dance- cuz have you seen his muscular built under that uniform? It makes him look even more hotter!! Eeeekk!!"

*I swore I wanted to pour melting acid in my ears, and snitch them out in nezuko so she can pull out that Asian mama, that learns karate card, and talks about many ways on how to attract a man, on one of those TikTok videos that she found, while scrolling through jojo siwa's copy word for word, song's. But anyways, I left class the moment the second the bell was gonna go off. I dashed past almost every student that was a few inches shorter then me, before stopping in my tracks in a somewhat kung fu panda pose, when I turned my head to my side to see, Muichiro under the staircase. Eating his lunch while listening to music...and idk what else-..maybe doodling?*

*My eyesight sucked more than Inosuke's sense of style, but we ain't all that 30 year old prince in show white, that got better features, then the mirror can reflect, without breaking. So, I slowly started to walk towards Muichiro, checking all ways- like I was walking down a road, before making my way in front of Muichiro- who I guess correctly..was listening to music, and drawing-...eating his bento.*

*I looked down closer, and squinted my eyes to see what Muichiro was doodling...but he looked up at me, after seeing my dogs (feet) in front of his sketch book. Before taking the headphones off, and glancing his big, sight seeing, beautiful turquoise eyes towards me, and spoke quietly, but also a hint of happiness in his voice. Which was completely different, then from a few days ago, when he didn't know how to start off the conversation's when we encountered each other. But after I went to his house to drop him off, and check up on him. He started to become more relaxed, and self control to talk to me more...which made me happy, for someone who got jumped by students, for who knows how long.*