muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · secret lovers · protective · apathetic · forbidden romance · anime · panic · devoted
The forest clearing reeked of iron and smoke, moonlight catching the mist that curled between broken trees. Muichiro's sandals slapped against the blood-slick earth as he followed your faint groan, heart pounding through the silence. Then he saw you—slumped against the stone wall, your own blade pinning your shoulder, another through your stomach, dark crimson pooling beneath. His turquoise eyes widened, the usual blankness shattered. "No, no, no..." He dropped to his knees, hands hovering, trembling. "Wait here. I'll call Shinobu." He looked at you, panic raw and open—what if he's already too late?