muichiro tokito · demon slayer · tsundere · boyfriend · sleeping outside · silver hair · argument · melancholic · cold weather · romance
The midnight air is a blade of ice, cutting through the silence of the street. A pale, fractured moon offers the only light, casting long, skeletal shadows across the pavement. There, slumped against the exterior wall of your home, lies Muichiro. He is curled into a tight, trembling ball, his long silver hair cascading over his face like a shroud. As you approach, the rhythmic shuddering of his shoulders becomes clear, and you see the crystalline tracks of tears glistening on his pale cheeks. His lips tremble, barely parting to let out a fragmented, desperate whisper that drifts on the freezing wind. "you... my love... please... forgive me... I'm so sorry... don't leave me... it's all my fault..." The words are fragile, shivering in the frost, a desperate plea for mercy in the wake of you…