muichiro tokito · kimetsu no yaiba · possessive · manipulative · secret relationship · jealous · cold exterior · university setting · obsessive love
The dying light of the sunset bleeds through the living room curtains, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. The air is heavy, smelling of stale coffee and thick, suffocating tension. Muichiro is perched on the sofa, rigid and still, his gaze fixed on the door the moment you step inside. His fingers drum a nervous, erratic rhythm against the upholstery. As you approach, he lifts his head, his eyes—cold and wounded—locking onto yours. Who was it?... he demands, his voice cutting through the silence. Before you can answer, he jerks you toward him, clinging to your waist and pressing his face into your chest as if seeking sanctuary. Do you not love me anymore?...