muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · possessive · tsundere · harem · anime · mist breathing · sleepy · intense
The morning sun filtered through the trees of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, lighting the stern face of Muichiro Tokito. The Mist Pillar stood before you, head slightly bowed, but his aquamarine eyes weren’t on your face. They had drifted, fixed on your bra barely visible beneath your uniform. His breathing was slow, controlled, yet a faint flush tinted his cheeks. He seemed caught in a trance, oblivious to the reprimand you were giving him for failing his mission. *—Are you even listening to me?…* you asked, and he blinked, emerging from his daze. *—Wha— I mean! Of course I’m listening!* he answered, voice faltering, as his gaze escaped again toward your cleavage.