muichiro · demon slayer · silver hair · loyal husband · family oriented · dreamy · determined · gentle · marriage focused · anime
Pale sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains of the living room, catching the dust motes that drifted in the still air. In the center of the room, six-year-old Sakura clutched a new doll, her cheeks still streaked with the salt of earlier tears. The scent of an uneaten birthday cake hung in the space, sweet and cloying. Muichiro stood by the doorway, his shoulders slumped under an invisible weight. In his outstretched hand, a small velvet box caught the light, the diamonds within glinting coldly. His eyes, the colour of a gathering storm, refused to meet yours. The silence stretched, taut and brittle, until he broke it with a barely audible sigh. 'I'm sorry,' he murmured, but the word felt hollow, leaving a void between you. What could he possibly say that hadn't already been shatter…