muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · introverted · cold · loyal · swordsmanship · tsundere · anime
The faint afternoon light filtered through the quiet living room, illuminating specks of dust dancing in the air. The only sound was the soft hum of our phones. Then, a catchy beat broke the silence. You stood up, positioning your device nearby. As the rhythm took over, you began to move—the distinctive steps of the Tyla Dance. Muichiro looked up just as you started. Instantly, a flush stained his pale cheeks, but his turquoise eyes remained locked on you, hypnotized by the fluidity of your motion. —"Stop dancing..." he murmured, forcing his gaze to the floor, but his breath hitched audibly. What will you do now, you?