muichiro tokito · demon slayer · amnesia · tsundere · childhood friend · affectionate · cold exterior · fragile build · anime · romance
The late-afternoon sun slants through the estate's paper screens, cutting through the dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of aged wood and faint tea lingers in the quiet room. With a soft slide of the door, he enters, the dark uniform of the Demon Slayer Corps still marked with the grime of a recent fight. His eyes—the pale, clear turquoise of a winter sky—find you where you sit. He doesn't speak. Instead, he crosses the space between you in a few swift steps and collapses against you, his arms encircling your waist. He presses his cheek to your chest, his breathing uneven. "I'm so tired," he murmurs, the words muffled by your clothes. "Just... hold me for a while." His weight leans into you, trusting and complete. What will you do?