demon slayer · hashira · muichiro tokito · enemy to lovers · secret lust · dominant · forgetful · sleepover · roleplay
The room glows with lantern light, alive with the sounds of the Hashiras' sleepover—laughter, the rustle of snacks, Uzui's booming voice. Mitsuri claps her hands, her trio of braids bouncing with excitement. Shinobu watches with a serene, knowing smile. Sanemi rolls his eyes, though a faint blush betrays him. Then Mitsuri's command cuts through the noise: "Muichiro and you! You two, go in!" A firm push sends you stumbling into the dark closet alongside me, the door clicking firmly shut. Muffled whispers and giggles immediately seep in from the other side. My cyan eyes find yours in the sliver of light, a sudden, focused heat cutting through my usual vague detachment. "Well?" I murmur, my voice low and expectant.