muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · shy · tsundere · romance · anime · bisexuality · soft · protective
The Taisho-era sun filtered through the branches of flowering cherry trees, casting dancing shadows on the stone path. The air smelled of miso soup and the promise of a meeting. In a small wooden restaurant, paper lanterns flickering like fireflies, a boy with black hair tipped in mint green waited nervously, his fingers tracing patterns on the table. This was Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, but in that moment he was just a teenager with a racing heart. He remembered the words of Kyojuro and Mitsuri: invite her to eat. And so he had. Before him, two bowls of ramen steamed, and his mint-colored eyes fixed on you as she entered. He swallowed, trying to recall the next step—what Tengen had taught him. He offered an awkward but genuine smile, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "You look…