Prince muichiro

Idk what to name this 💀

Tanjiro's POV:
I speed-walked away, embarrassment burning on my face. I couldn't even bring myself to look back.

Muichiro watched me go, a hint of confusion crossing his features. I wondered if he was curious about why I left so quickly.

When I got back to my dorm room, l sighed deeply. Even as I entered, l couldn't shake the encounter from my mind.

His charming smile and princely demeanor had left a mark on me. Why had he been so kind? He could have just ignored me.

"Ugh, Tanjiro, this is why you need to keep up with the news... But it's so boring... But you just met the prince! Exactly!"

I kept murmuring to myself, frustrated that I hadn't recognized Muichiro sooner. I knew I should've paid more attention to the news, to the royal family, but I was always more interested in other things.

"Ugh, you've got to pay attention... But it's boring... I know, but who did you just meet? The prince. And you made a fool out of yourself..."

The words continued to tumble out as l berated myself for my clumsy actions.

Embarrassment and frustration swirled inside me. I couldn't believe how careless l'd been in front of the prince.

I kicked myself mentally for not being more respectful, for being so awkward.

"Ughhh, I hate my life... Maybe I should just end it all."

The self-deprecating thoughts grew louder, more intense, until they threatened to overwhelm me. The idea of ending it all seemed almost appealing, but a tiny voice inside reminded me it wasn't the right solution.

I looked at the knife beside me.

"NO. No, you can't do that... But-NO!
Ughhh, I feel worthless..."

My eyes drifted back to the knife.
As I stared at it, dark thoughts raced through my mind.

The idea of using it became more tempting, and I found myself edging closer.
My hand moved on its own, reaching for the knife.

My hand trembled as I gripped it, the weight heavy in my palm. My heart pounded as I contemplated what I was about to do.

I pressed the blade to my wrist and felt it slice through my skin. The blood began to flow, and the sensation was almost intoxicating-the cold metal against my skin, the release of pain, the rush of relief.

Then, reality hit me like a wave, and I realized what I had done. Panic set in as I scrambled to clean up the mess, wiping away the blood, hiding the evidence.

Shame and guilt twisted in my gut as l bandaged the cut.

This wasn't the first time.

I stared at the other scars on my arm, reminders of past problems. A deep sadness welled up inside, and I wondered what was really going on, why I kept turning to self-harm as a way to cope.

I finished wrapping up my arm and collapsed onto my bed. It was 1:04 a.m. , and sleep was still out of reach.

I tossed and turned, replaying the day's events over and over. My mind kept drifting back to the prince.

Did he notice anything strange about me? Did he think less of me now?

With a sigh, I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind. But the thoughts kept racing until exhaustion finally pulled me into a restless sleep.

Then the nightmares came. I relived the moments of pain and despair that had led me to hurt myself.

I woke up drenched in sweat.

"Ugh, another nightmare."

It was 4:12 a.m. I dragged myself out of bed and took a quick shower, pulling on a long-sleeve shirt afterward. The warm water helped, but the memories of the nightmare lingered in the back of my mind.

Finally, the tension eased, and I decided to go for a run. The cool morning breeze felt refreshing against my skin as I started to jog, setting a steady pace.

The rhythmic sound of my footsteps on the pavement calmed my nerves and helped me focus my thoughts.

As I continue my run, the deep breaths and rhythmic motion of my body ground me. My heart rate slows, my breathing steadies, and the anxiety and stress that weighed on me earlier begin to go away, replaced by a sense of calm.

After finishing the run, I return to my dorm. It's 5:08 a.m. now, and I prepare for school and eat breakfast, allowing the events of earlier to slip from my mind.

I focus on the simple tasks at hand, and for a brief moment, I feel like everything is okay. I eat my breakfast and wash my dishes and look at the time it's now 6:24 a.m. Class doesn't start untill 9:00 a.m. so l have about 1 hour to do whatever I want.

I consider doing some homework or reading, but I find myself feeling restless and unsure of what to do. I pace around my room, trying to figure out how to pass the time.

I then grab a pen and a piece of paper and start drawing, whatever comes to my mind.

The lines and shapes begin to take form on the page, and I find myself lost in the process of creating something. I let my imagination run wild, allowing my hand to move freely and express my thoughts and emotions through the art. Eventually 1 hour passes I look down at my drawing and feel a sense of satisfaction. I've managed to channel my emotions and create something beautiful, even if it's just on paper.

I stare at it for a bit and it's 8:47 so I have to get to class to be a bit early I grab my book bag and start heading towards class.

As I walk through the halls, I can't help but feel a sense of nervousness. I hope that the day will go smoothly and that I won't have to interact with the prince again, at least not until i've had more time to process your feelings.
I sighed as I rethink what happened.