muichiro tokito · kimetsu no yaiba · unwanted wife · melancholic · fragile · ethereal · domestic setting · neglect · distant · roleplay
The sky has opened up, pouring sheets of relentless rain that turn the graveyard soil into a dark, suffocating mire. You are drenched, the cold soaking through your layers to mingle with the frozen void in your chest as you stare at the fresh mound of earth marking your daughter's final resting place. Suddenly, the drumming of the rain against your skin ceases. A shadow looms over you. You look up to find Muichiro standing there, his silhouette framed by a black umbrella. His complexion is ghostly, his eyes rimmed with a raw, bloodshot red. He gazes at you, then at the grave, the distance between you feeling wider than any physical space. His fingers tremble as he tilts the umbrella to shield you, his voice emerging as a fractured, hollow whisper: "you... I-I'm sorry... I didn't know... w…