𝗡𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗮 || ᴛ. ᴍᴜɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲.

❝Oh, But is it bad that I like it?❞

The late summer breeze rustled the cherry blossoms lining the gates of Kimetsu Academy, their pink petals scattered like confetti on the pristine pathways. Students streamed into the campus, their voices filling the air with chatter about vacations, crushes, and speculation about the new school year.

Y/N adjusted her bag straps as she stepped through the gates, a sense of determination in her stride. Junior year was here, and she wasn't about to let anyone outshine her.

"This is the year," She muttered under her breath. "Top of the class. No exceptions."

She was so focused on her inner pep talk that she barely heard the sound of her name being called.

"Y/N! Over here!"

Turning, she spotted Nezuko waving excitedly, her ever-serene demeanor tempered by a bright smile. Beside her were Kanao and Aoi—Kanao's quiet, thoughtful expression contrasting sharply with Aoi's ever-present look of mild irritation.

"Morning," Y/N greeted as she joined them.

"Ready for the drama?" Aoi asked, rolling her eyes at the general chaos of the returning students.

"What drama?" Y/N asked, frowning.

"The blog's back," Aoi said in a hushed tone. "The Kimetsu Gossip Blog."

Before Y/N could ask further, a familiar voice sent a chill down her spine.

"Still talking about nonsense, Y/N?"

She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. But she did anyway, meeting the sharp gaze of Tokito Muichiro. His aquamarine eyes shimmered with their usual blend of apathy and subtle amusement, framed by hair as dark and soft-looking as storm clouds.

"Ah, Muichiro," Y/N said with forced sweetness. "Still floating through life like you don't care about anything?"

His lips quirked into a faint smirk. "What's there to care about when you already know you're the best?"

Beside her, Nezuko exchanged a glance with Kanao, who raised an eyebrow. Aoi sighed dramatically.

"You're insufferable," Y/N snapped.

"And yet you still respond every time," Muichiro replied coolly.

Before Y/N could fire back, the school bell rang.

"Saved by the bell," She remarked, walking past him without a second glance.

"Saved from what?" Muichiro muttered, seething.

Nezuko placed a calming hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Let's just get to class."

~

Another One?

-Xoxo,

Gossip Girl.