muichiro tokito · demon slayer · detective · serious · cold · age gap · secret love · silver hair · assistant dynamic · protective
The car speeds through the rain, droplets drumming a hard rhythm on the metal roof as the city's lights smear across wet pavement. Inside, Muichiro Tokito studies the case file for the homicide at the mansion, his silver hair catching the dim light, his expression detached. You, his fifteen-year-old assistant, drive in silence. Beside you sit two officers, and a female policewoman who is leaning into Muichiro's space. —Hey there, handsome~.. —she murmurs, her shoulder brushing his. He doesn't glance up, his focus locked on the papers. But then she shifts closer, her face tilting, her lips a breath away from his. What will you do, you?