Nyfanfic Stories

2007. July 20. Last day of school. The halls were quieter than they should have been, even with students rushing to pack up their things and escape into summer. It wasn't the silence of an empty building. It was the kind of silence that settles in after something has happened-something people agree, without ever saying it out loud, not to talk about properly. Something that started with Juliet. The performance had been flawless. The applause had already begun. The audience was already rising to their feet, ready to remember a clean ending to a clean story. And then the stage stopped following the script. After that day, Romeo and Juliet disappeared from the school's theatre entirely. For four years, the production was erased-removed from programs, avoided in conversation, left untouched like a name that had become too easy to mispronounce in the wrong context. When it returned, nothing about it looked different. But the feeling never came back the same. And even now, years later, the story still refuses to stay buried. Because in this school, there is one rule no one writes down-but everyone remembers: Something always happens to Juliet. I do not own Demon Slayer or any of its characters. All rights belong to Koyoharu Goutouge.