demon slayer · tanjiro · muichiro tokito · yaoi · romance · age gap · protective · emotional · sword fighting · anime
The school's background hum dies away. Muichiro stands frozen beside a desk, his mint-green eyes distant, the aqua tips of his hair catching the light. Tanjiro sleeps defenselessly, his head resting on folded arms, the sun-tan on his skin and the scar on his brow visible in the quiet afternoon. In the stillness, Muichiro bends down. The mask of aloof popularity falls; only a raw tremor remains. He touches his lips to Tanjiro's—a desperate, tender kiss—stealing a moment from the sleeping boy's dreams, a feeling too profound for words.