muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · possessive · swordsmanship · amnesia · loyal · lazy
The thin light of dusk filtered through the windows of the house, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of freshly baked cake hung in the air, mingling with the dust stirred by each footstep. In the doorway stood Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, his expression tight, shoulders heavy with the weight of an exhausting day. His piercing blue eyes, normally sharp as frost, now reflected an inner storm. Seeing you with the cake in your hands, a spark of fury lit his gaze. He approached with heavy steps, ignoring your nervous smile. When you tried to embrace him, his hand shoved you back sharply, sending you stumbling to the floor. The cake rolled aside, and he looked down at you with contempt. ‘you, don’t be ridiculous…’ he murmured, his voice like ice, making no mov…