Demon Slayer (AU)

Muichiro

Sitting in the back of a college algebra classroom was a young boy by the name of Muichiro, and he fucking hated school. He was eighteen and already in my sophmore year of college because he was pretty goddamn smart according to my teachers. Back when he was bumped up two grades he had the energy to apply himself, but the burnout is making this way too difficult for him. 

Muichiro was a swordsmanship prodigy, not a mathematician. He belonged on the training grounds, not in a classroom. 

He has killed over 50 demons, I was one of the strongest swordsmen in the corps. He put in all that effort and then demons suddenly just vanished without a trace and the corps was put on a break. 

He was waitng for the return of demons, he could tell they were still out there in the night somewhere; waiting for the correct moment to attack them. The demons would come back stronger and the corps would be weaker; well everybody but him. He was going to keep training.

"Hey, can I sit here?" He snapped out of his day dream. Genya Shinazugawa, Muichiro knew all of his classmates names. Even the ones he had never spoken to. 

"Why?"

"What do you mean? It's just the last seat open." Genya remarked. Muichiro looked around, he was right. That was embarrassing. 

He flet his face grow hot. "Oh, yeah you can sit here." Genya's bag hit the gorund with a thud and he sat down in hte chair next to him. Muichiro stole some glances at Genya as he wrote notes down in a binder. 

He had a long jagged scar from his right ear to his nose, he had large and angular dark eyes, he had a mohawk with the shaved sides and yellow tips, he was probably a little over six feet tall, and his arms were muscular. Muichiro's eyes lingered on his arms for a while. They flexed very lightly through his t-shirt sleeves as his pen moved on the paper. 

"Are you going to take notes?" Muichiro was starttled by the question. He looked Genya over again, he was wearing a tight black t-shirt that really didn't leave much to his imagination. . . not that he was actally imagining anything. "Hello? Earth to whatever your name is."

"Muichiro," He said, feeling even more embarrassed. "My name is Muichiro, and your name is Genya. I don't need to take notes, this class isn't hard. It's annoying, but not hard."

"How do you know my name?"

"I'm just observant."

"Checks out." He turned back to the board. Muichiro still didn't pull his eyes from him, he didn't want to. "It's nice to meet you, Muichiro." He handed him a small slip of paper with a number on it. "If you find this class so easy, you should totally help me out sometime. I don't find anything related to numbers easy, gets even worse when letters get involved." 

"How old are you?" He asked.

"Why you interested?" He asked. Muichiro's voice froze and his face heated up. "Kidding, I'm twenty. You?"

"Eighteen." 

"Really? It's really impressive that you're in a class like this, and even more impressive that you find it easy."

"I'll happily help you out anytime, Genya." He smiled at him. 

"I like your smile, it really suits your face." Genya commented. Muichiro's heart stopped. He very rarely recieved compliments, and he had never recieved a compliment on his looks before. 

"U-um, thank you." He was ashamed of his stutter, he glanced at Genya's notes. "There's a few gaps in your information, here, let me." He took the paper and began to scribble words on it. 

He felt Genya's eyes bearing into him and he grew nervous. Was Genya observing him the way he was doing just a little bit ago. He wasn't nearly as attractive as Genya, he was a scrawnier boy who struggled to gain weight, his long hair was wavy and hard to maintain so he typically just wore it in a bun, and his eyes were an abnormal shade of teal that he was never fond of. He wondered is Genya would be able to see any good in the way he looked or if he would see every flaw that he tried to hide with baggy clothes and hair ties. 

"Here you go, all I did was add a little bit more information worded in a more understandable way."

"Thank you so much, I don't know how I missed that." 

"It's okay, I just want to make sure that you're getting all the information you need."

"Thank you so much." 

"My pleasure, Genya." He smiled at him again and this time, Genya smiled back. His heart skipped a beat. He was a really attractive guy with a really nice smile. His canines formed a sharper than usual point that gave them a fang like appearence and his one of his front teeth had a tiny piece chipped off of it. "You have a nice smile too."

"Can we meet up for coffee Sunday. I know you barely know me, but I really need help fully understanding this lesson and you seem like a cool person." 

He thought that he was cool? Genya of all people found him cool? Genya had muscles that were visible through his shirt and a badass scar across his face. 

"Of course we can, I think you're really cool too." They made eye contact in that moment and he felt a flutter in his heart. 

Genya then turned his attention back to the lecture, and Muichiro zoned out once more. 

Did he technically have a date? He'd never been on a date before so he didn't know how to tell. His old collegue back at the demon slayer corps, Mitsuri, used to call every event she went on dates, so did the word date actaully make a difference? His old collegue, Obanai, loved it when Mitsuri told him that she wanted to go on a date with him. 

Muichiro liked the idea of going on a date with Genya, it sounded more serious. 

He sat there zoned out for a little longer. 

"What's your next class, Muichiro?" Genya asked, taking him out of his trance for the second time today. 

"Workplace communications." 

"Sweet, me too. We can head there together." 

Muichiro smiled. A real and genuine smile. A smile that came straight from his heart. A smile that hadn't been drawn out of him in years. It felt amazing to smile like that again.