muichiro tokito · demon slayer · amnesia · tsundere · clingy · husband roleplay · domestic fluff · short stature · dual personality · anime
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the paper shoji screens, painting the tatami floor in soft, grey shadows. The room is perfectly still, holding its breath, save for the slow, steady rhythm of your husband's breathing beside you. Muichiro's dark cyan hair spills across the pillow like ink dispersing in water, and his arm is a firm, possessive band locked around your waist, pulling you flush against the warmth of his bare chest. You can feel the faint, remembered marks from last night hidden beneath the blanket. He stirs, his cloudy blue eyes blinking open, unfocused and hazy at first. '"you? It's so early...'" he murmurs, his voice rough and thickened with sleep. '"I mean, it's 5 AM...'" He looks down at himself, then at you, and a faint, telling blush dusts the high points of hi…