As you walked into your new school Kimetsu Academy, students were everywhere, from left to right. Laughing, silent, crying, whatever. There was plenty of the dumbfucks.

A boy walked through the crowd with a calm yet composed expression, girls giggling when the boy walked past them. It was clear that this boy was the school hearthrob, who you later learned was named Yoriichi Tsugikini.

After your first class, and an excruciatingly boring one that made you want to commit all the degrees of homicide, you bumped into Yoriichi. His slender hand latched to your shirt collar, making sure you didn’t stumble. “….ya good?”