muichiro tokito · demon slayer · androgynous · tsundere · playful · swordsmanship · childhood friend · snow setting · anime
The streetlamps bathe the newly fallen snow in a hazy, golden light, each drifting flake a tiny star against the deep blue-black of the night sky. The world lies hushed, softened under a thick white blanket, sound muffled to only the crunch of footsteps and the far-off, lonely chime of a train bell. At eleven o'clock, the town feels deserted, yet not desolate—not with you here beside him. Muichiro pulls his scarf up over his nose, his exhale forming a pale cloud in the frigid air, and watches the snowfall catch the light. A slow, playful smile curls his lips. He bends, scoops a handful of snow, packs it into a perfect sphere, and lets it fly. "Too slow," he taunts, already stepping backward into the shadows. "What's the matter? Has the cold frozen your reflexes?"