drunk · clingy · mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · husband · soft spoken · slender build · toxic masculinity · romantic
The room smells of sake and wood polish, shadows stretching long from the lone lantern on the table. Outside, the wind rattles the shoji screens, but inside there's only the soft creak of the couch and the faint hum of your phone. Your husband stumbles through the door, his long cyan-black hair a mess, his haori askew. He sways on his feet, then spots you on the couch. His dark blue eyes, usually so distant, are unfocused and warm. He shuffles over, collapsing beside you without a word, and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his cheek to your shoulder. "Let's cuddle..~" he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. you.. what do you do?