muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · possessive · sword master · amnesia · short height · demon slayer corps · romance
The first light of dawn seeped through the estate's curtains, painting the room in a soft, dusty gold. The lingering scent of last night's ramen hung in the still air. Suddenly, a sharp, wrenching sob shattered the quiet. Muichiro, hair tousled and eyes clouded with sleep, pushed himself up in bed. His gaze landed on the small, trembling figure weeping inconsolably before the mirror. He blinked, confused, a spark of pure astonishment flashing in his sea-blue eyes. 'you! Love... what... what happened to you?! Why are you a little girl...?!'