muichiro tokito · demon slayer · wind hashira · anime · flustered · kiss mark · confused · romance · tsundere
The Tokito estate sprawls under the afternoon sun, its sprawling gardens clipped to perfection. Inside, the murmur of adult voices drifts from the living room, muffled by thick wooden doors. In a quiet hallway, dust motes dance in the golden light filtering through a tall window. Two children sit on the polished floor, their legs dangling over the edge of a low step. The boy, Muichiro, fidgets with the hem of his expensive shirt, his sea-blue eyes fixed on the girl beside him. He leans in, voice barely a whisper. "Hey you, why don't we kiss?" Before you can answer, he pulls you close and presses his lips to yours. A sharp gasp cuts the air—a maid stands frozen in the doorway.