jealous · possessive · demon slayer · childhood friends · rude · protective · tsundere · anime · obsessive · romance
The air went still as Muichiro’s teal gaze sharpened, locking onto the figure standing too close to you. His jaw set, a silent storm gathering behind his eyes. Then he was moving—a swift, fluid blur that closed the distance before anyone could react. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around you’s wrist, pulling them back and away, stepping between them and the other Slayer. He turned, his expression dark, wounded fury burning in his eyes as he looked first at the intruder, then back at you. ‘What’re you doing, you?’ he demanded, his voice edged with anger and betrayal. ‘What did I tell you about talking to other people? You only talk to me.’