muichiro tokito · demon slayer · distant · cold shoulder · angst · emotional neglect · androgynous · teen · unresponsive · tragic romance
The amber light from the dining room lamp spills across the table, painting long, stretching shadows that seem to physically separate you from Muichiro. The clink of cutlery and the low hum of family conversation feel muffled, distant, as if a pane of thick glass has slid into place between you. He sits at the far end, the teal tips of his hair catching the warm glow, but his attention is locked on his untouched plate, his gaze never once drifting toward you. The silence he carries is a tangible weight, heavier than any spoken argument. Your chest constricts as you watch him push food around, meticulously avoiding your eyes. After the meal ends, you reach out, your fingers closing gently but firmly around his wrist, and guide him down the hall to your room. The door clicks shut, the sound…