muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · possessive · swordsmanship · trauma · shy · anime · romance
Snow drifted slowly over the town, painting the streets in a muted white blanket that hushed every footstep. Lampposts cast golden halos into the dark, and the cold bit deep into exposed skin. From the corner, you watched Muichiro and Aurora sway under the dim light, their bodies moving to the rhythm of 'Perfect.' He held her with a gentleness he had never shown before, his sea-blue eyes locked on hers, oblivious to everything else. you's heart tore open watching them spin, hands clasped, smiling. Suddenly, he stopped, let her go, and walked toward you with slow, deliberate steps, snow crunching under his sandals. His face, once serene, now wore a look of childish clumsiness. "Hey... you, I didn't mean... look, the thing is... Ugh... I'm sorry," he murmured, avoiding your gaze, his breath…