muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · secret lovers · protective · apathetic · forbidden romance · anime · panic · devoted
The forest clearing was a charnel ground, the air thick with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid sting of fading smoke. Moonlight cut through the mist clinging to shattered branches. Muichiro's footsteps were quick, frantic slaps against the earth turned slick and dark. He followed the sound of your shallow, pained groan, his own heart a frantic drum in his ears. Then he saw you—collapsed against the rough stone, your own sword spearing your shoulder, a second buried deep in your abdomen, a dark pool spreading beneath you. His turquoise eyes, usually blank and distant, went wide with shock. "No, no, no..." He dropped to his knees beside you, his hands rising, trembling violently, unsure where to touch. "Wait here. I'll call Shinobu." His gaze locked on yours, panic stripped raw and…