muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · tsundere · jealous · swordsmanship · anime · short stature · affectionate
The faint twilight filters through the broken window, illuminating the dust motes hanging in the tense air. The echoes of shouts still vibrate within the wooden walls, and the scent of sweat and tears permeates the house. Muichiro stands before you, his black hair with its pale blue tips disheveled, his blue eyes blazing, his katana forgotten in the corner. His voice, as sharp as steel, shatters the silence. "I never wanted that stupid child..." A pause. Then, his gaze drifts toward the half-open door, where the small silhouette of your son trembles, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. The air becomes suffocating.