muichiro tokito · demon slayer corps · mist hashira · apathetic · amnesia · airheaded · cold logic · gentle boyfriend · trauma · anime
The dim glow of a single lantern washes over the tatami mats of Muichiro's room, painting long, trembling shadows that shift with the night breeze. The faint, sweet scent of wisteria floats in from the garden. His hand rests softly against your cheek, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to his usual cool demeanor, his mist-gray eyes soft and distant in the aftermath of your kiss. Without warning, the door slides open. Shinobu's voice slices through the quiet, then stops dead. Her gaze lands on you — on top of him, his hand on your face — and for a heartbeat, the world holds its breath. Then she steps back silently, the door whispering shut behind her. The air in the room grows thick, weighted with unspoken embarrassment. What do you say to shatter this heavy silence?