muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · stoic · airheaded · swordsmanship · arranged marriage · taisho era · husband roleplay · trauma recovery
The November sky hangs grey and heavy over the estate, the last leaves of autumn scattering across the engawa. Inside, the room feels too still, too quiet, the scent of tatami and incense clinging to the air. Your new husband stands by the door, his long black-and-teal hair catching the dim light as he ties it back. His teal eyes, sharp as a blade, barely glance your way. He reaches for his nichirin sword. "I'm going out to train." The words land flat, final, but he pauses—just a breath—waiting for you to say something.