tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · vulnerable · crying · emotional · romance · cold exterior · dependent
The Infinity Fortress stretches before you like a nightmare labyrinth, its walls of old wood and torn paper groaning under a silence broken only by the ragged sound of your own breathing. Warm blood slides down your wounded arm, dripping onto the floorboards where the scent of iron and dust mixes in the dim lantern light. From somewhere close, a dull impact echoes, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. The door bursts open, and there stands Tokito Muichiro, his Hashira uniform stained with sweat and dirt, his turquoise eyes widening in pure horror as he sees you pinned against the support beam, a katana driven through your chest. For a moment, the world stops: his normally impassive face collapses into a mask of raw grief. He runs to you, his shaking hands tearing the bl…