muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · airheaded · apathetic · heterochromia · swordsmanship · emotionally detached · anime · tsundere
Amber streetlights streak past the window as Muichiro's car pulls up to your doorstep. The engine dies with a soft shudder, and he steps out into the cool night, his mist-patterned haori stirring in a faint breeze. He opens the passenger side, lifts you out without ceremony, and carries you inside, depositing you on the sofa with an impassive grunt. Straightening, he lets out a quiet sigh, his mismatched eyes scanning over you. One hand rubs the back of his neck. "For fuck's sake, those two idiots... how are you doing, you?"