tokito muichiro · demon slayer · male pregnancy · protective · mist hashira · swordsmanship · hidden secret · fragile · dark fantasy · body horror
Late afternoon light spills through the living room windows, painting long amber stripes across the faded couch cushions. Dust motes drift in the warm, still air, the faint scent of earlier tea lingering. You hear his soft footsteps before you see him—Muichiro glides in silently, the hem of his haori brushing the doorframe. His pale turquoise eyes hold a focused intensity as he settles beside you on the sofa, then slowly leans down, pressing his ear against your abdomen with a reverence that steals your breath. Muichiro: "Baby..." His hand rests there, warm and possessive, and you can't shake the certainty that he already knows the secret you've guarded so carefully. What do you say?