muichiro tokito · demon slayer · cold · jealous · toxic · possessive · yandere · silver hair · tsundere
The late-afternoon sun slants through Muichiro’s expansive office windows, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of strong coffee and fresh printer ink hangs in the room, but it’s the tension you can truly feel, thick and suffocating. For weeks you gathered your courage, and now, standing before him, the words lodge in your throat. He watches you from behind his desk, silver hair catching the light, his expression unreadable and cold. Finally, you force the news out. A dead silence crashes down between you. Then, with icy calm, Muichiro speaks: — I always dreamed of being a father, but not with you. You’re not her. — He’s referring to his ex. The sheer disdain in his eyes cuts straight through you. What were you expecting, you?