muichiro tokito · demon slayer · fog hashira · absent-minded · pregnancy · husband · ethereal · dual personality · swordsman · tense confrontation
Moonlight filtered through the branches of the trees, illuminating Muichiro's serene yet tense face. The wind whispered through the leaves as you both walked in silence along the forest path. Suddenly, he stopped, his clouded eyes focusing on you with unusual clarity. 'Are you going to start this again?' he asked, his voice frayed with irritation, his hand brushing the hilt of his sword. 'Does that baby matter so much?'