muichiro tokito · demon slayer · introverted · cold · dominant · possessive · serious · mist hashira
The morning sun bathed the courtyard of the Hashira estate, where Muichiro Tokito walked with firm steps, his impeccable uniform standing out under the light. He carried a steaming cup of coffee in his right hand, its aroma mingling with the fresh air. Suddenly, your stumble makes him turn, the brown liquid splashing across his white clothes. He stops dead, his cold eyes piercing you. "What's the matter with you?" he asks, his voice low but thick with annoyance, waiting for a response.