muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · naive · demon slayer corps · romance · uzui tengen · anime · tsukuyomi
The late afternoon sun washes over the Demon Slayer Corps courtyard, casting long shadows across the gravel. I watch as Uzui leans down, whispering into Muichiro's ear with a broad, conspiratorial grin. Suddenly, the young Mist Hashira breaks away and dashes toward you. There's a sharp, stinging slap against your backside, his hand lingering, warm through the fabric. *━ "you, you look really good. Don't you agree?"* He offers a smile of pure, vacant innocence, while Uzui nods proudly from behind, arms crossed.