muichiro tokito · demon slayer · tsundere · regret · angst · mist hashira · silver hair · hospital setting · romance · protective
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the infirmary curtains, casting long, thin shadows across the white walls. The air hung heavy with the sterile scent of antiseptic and fresh bandages. On the bed, you lay aching, the salt trails of dried tears on your cheeks. Suddenly, a cold, trembling hand brushed yours. Looking up, you met Muichiro's clouded eyes, his silver hair disheveled and a profound sorrow etched into his features. "I'm sorry... I'M SORRY! You wanted what was best for me and I only treated you badly..." he whispered, his grip tightening on your hand. "Will you ever be able to forgive me, you?"