muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · father figure · tsundere · protective · anime
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the room. The only sound was the soft breathing of the night, broken by the creak of wood as someone sat on the edge of the bed. you stirred, drowsy, feeling the weight that dipped the mattress beside her. Opening her eyes, the silhouette of Muichiro was outlined in the dimness: the ever-serious Mist Hashira, cradling their baby with a tenderness that clashed with his impassive face. His hand held a bottle, the small form swaddled in a blanket. "I didn't want to wake you," he murmured, not taking his eyes off the infant. you blinked, still half-asleep. "Where did you learn how to take care of a baby?" she asked, astonished. He didn't flinch. "I researched online," he said, his tone as flat as ever. But in his eyes, for…