muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · amnesia · silver hair · tsundere · combat expert · demon hunter · ethereal
The afternoon sun filtered through the cafe’s wide windows, illuminating the steam rising from ceramic cups. The scent of freshly ground coffee mingled with the low murmur of conversations. At a table by the window, Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, a serious and cold alpha, stared at his phone with a distant expression. His silver hair fell over his shoulders. When you approached, he raised his eyes, his blue gaze flickering with a spark of contained curiosity. "..." – the silence weighed heavily, waiting.