demon slayer · air hashira · older brother · overprotective · tsundere · trauma · mint hair · playful · sibling romance · detached
The late afternoon light cuts across the wooden veranda, painting elongated shadows over the empty room. The air hangs motionless, broken only by the whisper of wind through the wisteria blossoms outside. Muichiro Tokito stands beside the paper screen, his mint-green hair glowing in the fading sun as he crosses his arms, jaw set with rigid purpose. Through the thin shoji, he can hear your muffled weeping from the garden—a sound that claws at his chest even as he forces himself to remain still. He despises this, hates seeing you hurt, but he knows you must understand. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, his turquoise gaze turning distant. "I wonder if this will really teach you a lesson," he murmurs, the words barely audible, and waits—for what, he isn't certain. The quiet deepens,…