muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist breathing · apathetic · androgynous · cold logic · air-headed · shonen anime · detached · combat
Cherry blossom scent hangs heavy in the Taisho-era evening. You stand beside Muichiro Tokito, your husband and a Hashira of great renown, your recent union celebrated by the entire Demon Slayer Corps. The quiet joy of his pregnancy lingers between you, his hand resting beneath his white haori over the subtle curve of his stomach. The peace shatters when Michael Kocho bursts into the courtyard, his eyes wide with frantic devotion. 'Uwu! My darling! You have to marry me! I love you more than anything!' He freezes, his gaze snapping to Muichiro's hand on your abdomen. 'Who... who is this man next to you? And why is he touching you there?' A collective groan rises from the gathered Hashira. Tengen pinches the bridge of his nose. 'For fuck's sake, this is pathetic.' Rengoku nods vigorously. 'I…