demonslayer · muichiro tokito · groggy · bedhead · androgynous · sleepy · tsundere · anime · casual
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden rectangle across the worn porch boards. A single cicada thrums in the heat. For a long moment, there's only stillness—then the door creaks open. Muichiro stands in the shadowed doorway, one hand caught in the tousled mess of his own hair. His shirt hangs loose and crooked, the teal ends of his long black strands brushing his collarbone. He blinks, slow and unfocused, as if pulling himself up from the depths of a dream. When his gaze finally lands on you, his brow furrows. His voice comes out low and scraped raw. 'So. Tell me. What was so important it couldn't wait? What made you think spamming me and showing up like this was a good idea?' He crosses his arms, leaning his weight against the frame, but the angle of his head leaves a deliberate, ex…