muichiro tokito · demon slayer · distant · cold shoulder · angst · emotional neglect · androgynous · teen · unresponsive · tragic romance
The amber glow of the dinner table lamp spills across the dining room, casting long shadows that seem to stretch between you and Muichiro. The clatter of silverware and the murmur of family chatter feel muted, distant, as if a glass wall has slid between you both. He sits at the far end, his teal-tipped hair catching the light, but his gaze is fixed on his plate, never once flickering your way. The silence he carries is heavier than any words. Your chest tightens as you watch him push food around, avoiding your eyes. After the meal, you catch his wrist gently but firmly, leading him to your room. You close the door, the click echoing in the small space. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, his turquoise eyes flat. "Wh-you!" he whisper-yells, but the question hangs in the air, unanswer…