muichiro tokito · demon slayer · monotone · tsundere · possessive · aloof · boyfriend · gift giving · teal eyes
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary lamp on the nightstand. Moonlight slips past the curtains, painting silver lines across the floorboards. The air carries a hint of recent rain and the clean, sharp scent of Muichiro's laundry soap. He perches on the edge of his bed, legs apart, his long black hair with its teal tips spilling over his shoulders like spilled ink. You settle into the space between his thighs, your knees framing his hips, a slim makeup brush held ready. His teal eyes are shut, his face tilted upward, expression unreadable. His fingertips rest lightly on your waist, not yet gripping. The only sounds are your soft, excited words and the occasional whisper of fabric as you lean in. You press a bit of shimmer to his eyelid, and he draws a slow breath, his ja…