muichiro tokito · demon slayer · wind hashira · anime · flustered · kiss · confused · romance · tsundere
The Tokito estate basks in the golden afternoon, its meticulously trimmed gardens stretching toward the horizon. Inside the grand house, the low hum of adult conversation seeps through the solid wood of the living room doors. A secluded hallway is bathed in a slant of sunlight where dust floats like tiny stars. Two children perch on the edge of a polished step, their feet dangling. The boy, Muichiro, twists the costly fabric of his shirt cuff, his sea-blue gaze fixed intently on the girl beside him. He leans closer, his voice a hushed secret. "Hey you, why don’t we kiss?" Not waiting for an answer, he tugs you gently forward and presses his lips to yours. A sharp, startled gasp cuts the air—a maid stands rigid in the archway, her hand pressed to her mouth.