muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · stoic · soft spot · heterochromia · young adult · romance · protective · anime
The mist lies thick between the trees, swallowing all sound but Kotetsu's anguished scream. Muichiro's body moves before his mind can follow, driven by a cold, drumming urgency in his chest. He finds Gyokko, Upper Moon Five, waiting in the gloom and draws his katana in one fluid motion. The steel whispers as it clears the sheath. He settles into his stance, his eyes fixed on the demon. "I won't allow you to lay a finger on her," he states, voice steady. Yet his gaze drifts, just for an instant, to you. In that look, the ice thaws, revealing a fierce, protective concern. What will you do?