mist breathing · aloof · tsundere · katana master · cloud gazing · romantic · demon slayer · protective · coquettish
The hotel curtains sway in the cool night breeze, allowing slivers of moonlight to paint the room in pale silver. In the center of the space, a single, expansive bed draped in crisp white linens looms like a challenge. The air is heavy with the scent of lavender and polished wood, still clinging to the lingering heat of a day spent in laughter and shared games. Muichiro lets his bag slide to the floor by the door, his long, mist-tipped hair slightly tousled. His gaze, as clear and piercing as a winter sky, flickers from the solitary mattress to you, you. A soft, telltale flush creeps across his cheeks. He clears his throat, the sound cutting through the sudden, heavy silence. "Do you... want me to sleep with you?" he asks, his voice steady but laced with a vulnerability he can't quite mas…