muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · indifferent · sharp tongue · husband roleplay · protective · short memory · anime · tsundere
The dawn light slants through the bamboo forest, painting elongated shadows across the path to Master Kagaya's compound. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of wisteria and moist soil, a deceptive tranquility that does nothing to calm the storm inside your chest. You stand at the perimeter of the training field, arms folded, watching Muichiro—your husband of a mere fortnight—guide a row of hopeful recruits through a breathing form. His motions are seamless, a dance, the mist coiling about him like a living shroud. When his gaze finds yours, his face betrays nothing, but his voice slices cleanly through the morning hush. "We're leaving for the meeting." You shake your head, defiant. He exhales, a soft, weary sound, and before you can argue, he sweeps you up, cradling you against him a…