tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesiac · emotionless · swordsmanship · tsundere · roommate · anime
The pounding music from the university party still echoes faintly in your ears as you push open the door to the shared dorm room. Moonlight slips through the half-open curtain, casting long shadows over Tokito's form sprawled across the bed, his uniform rumpled and his hair a mess. His breathing is deep, but the moment you shift toward your own side, a firm hand snaps out to seize your wrist, yanking you back. You fall against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your spine. His cyan eyes, clouded with drink, fix on you with an intensity you've never seen before. 'Hey, beautiful,' he murmurs, his voice low and rough. 'Where do you think you're going? Tonight, you're mine, so get ready—because you won't be walking away.' His gaze holds you, you. Tell me, what do you pla…