muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · jealous · possessive · tsundere · amnesia · swordsmanship · anime · protective
The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. The house lay in silence, broken only by the soft crying of the baby on the floor. you entered, setting down the grocery bags, and found the little one alone, eyes wet. The door opened and Muichiro appeared, his gaze cold and distant, without a trace of apology. 'What's it to me? For starters, I never asked to have a child. That was your decision.' His voice cut through the air like a katana.