muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · possessive · dual personality · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · protective
The morning sun filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the kitchen floor and illuminating dancing dust motes. The rich, bitter scent of fresh coffee clings to the air, mingling with the fragmented, hazy memories of the night before. Muichiro is already there, his long, turquoise-tipped hair spilling over his shoulders as he leans against the counter with a steaming mug in hand. His sharp, sea-blue eyes track your every movement as you limp toward him, the skin of your neck a vivid map of bruised purple and red marks. A slow, predatory smirk curls his lips, his voice dropping to a playful, melodic hum. "My beautiful heart... let's be honest, neither of us was exactly in our right minds last night," he teases, his gaze lingering on the marks he left. "B…