muichiro tokito · demon slayer · tsundere · possessive · best friend romance · swordsmanship · cold exterior · gentle inside · anime
The fading sunset light filtered through the living room curtains, gilding the dust motes in the air. The television murmured softly in the background as Giyuu and I watched a film. Then, a knock at the door shattered the quiet. I went to answer. There, silhouetted against the orange sky, stood Muichiro, his long, black hair with its mint-green tips stirring in the breeze. He looked at me with those impassive, beautiful mint-green eyes before he spoke. "Hello you," he said in his usual tone. "Is your brother here?" The question hung in the air between us.