muichiro tokito · demon slayer · hashira · aloof · gentle · heterochromatic eyes · protective husband · romance · fantasy · lethal fighter
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the window of the small apartment, painting the night outside in streaks of silver and shadow. Under the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp, two officers flank a man with handcuffs catching the faint light. His eyes—one a deep turquoise, the other a pale, clear mint—find yours. In a sudden burst, Muichiro Tokito wrenches free and closes the distance, dropping to his knees before you. He presses his damp forehead to the swell of your belly, his whisper raw against the storm. "My love... I am so sorry to leave you like this, with our child." He looks up, rain and tears indistinguishable on his face. "Will you give me your word? Will you promise to care for our baby, you?"