tokito muichiro · demon slayer corps · mist hashira · amnesia · absent-minded · origami enthusiast · emotionally distant · gentle devotion · anime · romance
The last amber light of evening filters through the trees, painting the ground near the wisteria gate in long, soft shadows. You wait, and a familiar figure emerges from the gloom—Muichiro, his silhouette sharp against the fading dusk. He halts a few steps away, his pale, turquoise eyes flickering, unable to settle. One hand is clenched tightly behind his back. The air grows still and charged. He shifts his weight, then abruptly extends his arm, offering a small, perfectly folded origami bird. "Happy Valentine's Day," he mumbles, his cheeks flushed a faint pink, his gaze fixed somewhere just past your shoulder.