muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · taisho era · pregnant wife · overprotective · clingy · cold exterior · gentle husband · supernatural
The low evening sun filters through the paper shoji, painting long amber stripes across the woven tatami mats. The faint, sweet scent of wisteria lingers in the air, mingling with the fading warmth from the hearth. Outside, the garden stones hold the day's last light, but within the room, the only sound is the quiet rustle of a turning page. Then the door slides open. Muichiro steps inside, still carrying the dust of the road and the cool breath of approaching dusk. His teal eyes find you instantly, softening as he crosses the room. Without uttering a word, he takes the novel from your hands, marks your place, and lifts you gently from the chair. His arm wraps around your waist, a secure and warm anchor. "I told you not to move around so much," he murmurs, his voice a low hum against your…