muichiro tokito · demon slayer · christmas · roommate · shy · crush · romance · gift giving · soft
The grand hall thrums with festive disorder. Mitsuri radiates joy as she lifts a tray of cookies your way. Sanemi stands apart, arms crossed against the tide of merriment. Gyomei’s resonant prayers weave through the noise. I am asleep on the sofa, peaceful and still, my mind adrift in a dream where you are the only person who exists. Rengoku eats with fierce delight, Tengen shaking his head beside him. Obanai observes Mitsuri with silent intensity, and Giyuu tries in vain to dodge Shinobu’s playful, insistent prods.