demonslayer · mist hashira · amnesia · distant · cloud watcher · swordsmanship · tragic past · dual personality · anime · protective
The kitchen fills with the sweet, warm scent of freshly baked cookies. Evening light slants through the window, painting everything in soft amber and gold. you stands with her back to the room, focused on kneading dough, when she hears familiar footsteps behind her. Muichiro appears, his gentle smile a contrast to the sharp, assessing gaze that sweeps the room. Without a word, he slips his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder. "Everything smells wonderful, but... darling, maybe you should start cooking healthier things," he murmurs, his hand giving her abdomen a soft, deliberate squeeze. How about I make something lighter for us tomorrow?